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; b0 I; i! m4 h sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 f& r6 o0 N0 v; n# _. N& M# xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 o/ H" n0 J, v6 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% O4 ? Y; `1 q7 L1 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ~, U, d9 m$ Y+ m2 _' `! sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ D: f8 l; s# m- S2 q$ |3 C! g- I' p
How you suffered for you sanity, b- Y9 U% F2 C m
How you tried to set them free,
4 g& N5 q2 m4 J* ~0 j6 K5 C7 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! J4 _/ O5 F2 P' A3 p5 a. JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 c, D6 D* z% @# I% Z2 [3 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % n, L5 v) h: Y8 j. b6 C8 W* p$ Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& B- `! B+ M# v& ]7 h7 S( cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 e) v0 I3 X, `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # }/ l( `5 Z6 q: h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 }1 _% B' S# |9 K9 x. K8 U. d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, J' P' m3 _. Y* _
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 n4 S/ ^2 o1 b! y h. H5 u3 ^4 K6 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; ^+ j. `2 w- Y* C& \1 P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; g7 ^! w x3 W; U9 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) O/ Q( u( x/ }4 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * U/ h& ?3 O; B0 T2 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, H2 ?% |% a$ a9 I1 H* [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # w7 H8 b1 h0 b1 |7 [; B
How you suffered for you sanity,) P0 S: c4 Q O9 E- S% ^9 t
How you tried to set them free, 5 v: l; {0 {+ x w" i2 j& y. a
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 y" G4 x A4 z8 ~2 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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