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* f" t) W C0 u P+ GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, z+ J9 s( p& x' O. l% m0 s4 `2 Y; @# R3 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 w' F% D8 m1 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! w% c0 Z) \8 f/ CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 F* N3 H* u0 s. n$ rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- ~/ L# S, h. w' e( j( L/ I2 |' T( W
How you suffered for you sanity, ; J f. c6 f7 h2 }0 [$ E# m
How you tried to set them free,
1 u" I- V7 m7 |) NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( b3 t1 W& }' t- ?3 J$ Y$ O* C6 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 h; ], k- ] k0 o4 c3 b' [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - }4 m6 \% F% W2 i3 m" o/ s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 q- X$ p6 g! b6 O- I* d: |8 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . J% ~ |6 h/ n: p) O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
e& W1 z+ G7 d, `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: F# S/ T6 L/ V3 V" IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" R: x: d# I4 l# E0 g9 N" cBut I could have told you, Vincent, + a& x" T/ T: _# H6 u7 U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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k# ]' G1 C/ {) L2 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 ~) ?; v" H) P, o. \1 M QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ \2 g. N+ w, n4 E7 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" p9 [; h, P8 H9 N* uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ _* Y# \5 z+ K; v. i* ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 r! l ^ A0 S# GHow you suffered for you sanity,1 o% ^! c2 r/ p: K
How you tried to set them free,
, v4 f9 X4 w/ I7 @: w- Y5 z* t. [& qThey would not listen they're not listening still, n, i# B2 K" U! \4 G; z4 M+ v- P* f
Perhaps they never will. |
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