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. A! q; w, W) iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) k6 \; @. e4 P0 Z. }& p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: G5 L9 Z9 F3 Z8 Z: N, X, eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' v8 |4 _: m. K2 F# P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. N0 \+ l: i: p$ ]/ F7 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* Y# L! a+ L+ p \How you suffered for you sanity,
4 P9 W0 q# e, N3 BHow you tried to set them free,
/ h: q; K9 I, ~3 `! {$ P( R: oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* k; }0 p' ~6 l) {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! A/ B. V* U. x& a5 `+ K7 G X" USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# r, W6 }3 W6 J6 h7 r0 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + ]' a1 F8 s: G( Q. J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 S! L5 f2 @) W/ ~) q. MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 o/ K8 G& C6 W9 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 i1 I6 G) w9 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 g! ~+ O) M# d$ W! P; t$ uBut I could have told you, Vincent, # ]3 p6 j- j; u4 Q2 b# J5 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& s2 |5 E2 Y+ [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % X- j" L8 K) @+ ?4 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 w! m6 f+ W2 V4 _# i6 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! F7 F! e" X( t* h6 V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ z( N6 Q/ U& j3 f' \# G6 @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 l; z% Z/ P* |5 H5 M7 x3 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 b' m( _$ C+ A: u3 C: K. P* WHow you tried to set them free,
7 \. @6 x& F5 x% @0 D/ LThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; G# I; \; p! f
Perhaps they never will. |
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