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( k. K0 P0 n8 O9 v' R9 V3 Z5 i! BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& p/ n" B( `7 u; R8 y% |4 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ c- e3 u) U R- ~2 y3 F' p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" X$ F& ?' F' \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 j4 p1 _' W+ c( H1 E/ w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- T5 V* M7 T( |How you suffered for you sanity, " i5 q& M+ B ?/ D3 l) _! X; G4 ?
How you tried to set them free, 6 t' E$ m: C1 w3 E/ J* i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ c! t: I# k9 u. w" t8 ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , k7 E; \/ x/ B9 C% J6 J9 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( G1 R$ L4 D% G; S. i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 t6 @5 [3 h4 |1 L+ \: O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 L4 V- w0 ]8 s# TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 n* l4 l! L# `; {+ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
c9 Z. ]3 I& E3 e' Q8 @You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ T5 x- u) K( {; Z5 O& |9 L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. u f- |" z/ O8 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . F4 g" I, Y" ^% q+ |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 L! u4 G0 q. r1 [! D% L/ ]; _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" P, I( B+ t( p8 M6 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - W: H& c9 W+ j1 Q, m. V& \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # x7 {8 o0 H4 }" ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + |+ a3 L, E; s% e
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 _* h( S6 M2 K; q1 ~5 A6 AHow you tried to set them free,
( ~6 p9 \2 l. I! a5 iThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 A h/ r/ x! }5 p1 g2 Z( x
Perhaps they never will. |
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