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* S" n8 Y8 N# u/ e% b1 l0 k+ ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 T; N0 ~, @( e2 K/ JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + I* @/ o1 X7 G3 u4 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. P8 u! I; J+ X% h2 b8 I! XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 k9 C3 h7 N. }% r l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- O8 g) X2 h; J) L" x C0 H$ qHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 K2 O# a. V1 G" l+ g+ t* {
How you tried to set them free, % O. F9 R0 r. H. a ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 t# }. O5 s# \7 o! T+ w& S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; k) u5 n( H1 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / H/ G* u' b' H, i- e& d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 M, o% W8 Q f- c! u1 X( w& O6 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 R( m' f1 a" WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- E0 b# | P: _; w8 h( f/ o) [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- J m6 m9 `) V1 l6 t$ Y5 Q. I. zBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 S' D8 h0 L+ X7 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ b! H. R/ b& u9 V- a3 O9 n. Q3 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; j* @+ H. h% f/ _: V U8 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 P8 G" J( O# U' p/ o+ eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 ^3 y5 G5 c2 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' _5 J5 O5 o8 \. I" o' F. F1 O0 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 ^& X8 Y/ d. W! j9 xHow you tried to set them free, : [) b: M; C# Y$ }2 h6 z7 J% _
They would not listen they're not listening still, " l4 t. x8 @" m/ y; b) _: s
Perhaps they never will. |
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