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! C2 d. {4 S$ }6 L4 x; p( R) NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ G* x# }) G0 ^" Q7 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 ?7 |& i0 W6 |% L+ ?: v, w+ ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 ?4 c. D- i5 N. A6 O$ u3 P! l5 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 E. P- r6 \/ N* Q! A! y" X" [6 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 h7 i3 m9 z9 L( j
How you suffered for you sanity, - Q) o. o: o' n, d. r) U _, S% W' }
How you tried to set them free, 4 R) m& G8 ^. D. b3 X9 F- y3 f% ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( w0 m, U/ w4 @- a2 z% c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! K0 T4 N U4 W% V9 n. t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 z" f4 H* S( P% N' K* o4 b) \" BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 j$ E H7 ?- d4 z, `. h1 w# XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! m& F1 N- {( [0 @& \0 x+ R
* p/ `4 r M) v1 i' c! @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 I0 F2 U2 E0 E& F/ l. w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # v8 a7 Y: ]' S6 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 L# ]3 V p5 C9 }8 w" d6 d
But I could have told you, Vincent, : ^0 a& Q- W) _ b6 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( F* h4 _ E2 T2 y; OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
F" [ p9 z8 S1 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + L4 Q6 i' C; {- @. e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' A( V7 }3 U) d- y4 C. AHow you suffered for you sanity,
) a2 r8 |3 |- u0 @7 ^How you tried to set them free,
3 j+ b& V0 s+ e5 EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 z* K8 d5 y! h5 }$ S5 JPerhaps they never will. |
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