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6 b8 E) Q+ U' Q( PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( }2 u8 |# f- L( X; BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
M% E! k q, l" P/ p3 |9 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 F# s9 C/ D+ e. h( \# I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 O+ c5 |/ W; S" RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 E" D& j/ a, ^) M1 b5 w8 G
How you suffered for you sanity, ( i% m F5 x) o1 R4 g
How you tried to set them free,
; w( m7 c5 M: P$ s( P% j# {5 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
F/ r c# a$ _2 j& c# d- EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 p9 K& J! z; ?4 {' d. tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& q% D# K4 h! o- r+ U. Q UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & j+ [' z! l9 i% }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' s& {% [2 W1 b) D, i" N2 s0 l) }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ S; X3 Q9 [! NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + ~6 C7 { p% [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 x M) m+ ?7 Y. p A$ p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 S2 Y( C, B- k k/ w3 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' j5 t: g, d, ~: v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . w& \4 u) S! d3 _8 C- n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; l3 o% F& Q( {5 U% |' Q- c' a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, y4 L+ t2 }# t. l* \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 |" F$ G1 q" D5 t4 K) t0 uHow you suffered for you sanity,* t, Y9 A$ m% w& q
How you tried to set them free,
1 @8 T" V$ R2 n0 ~& qThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ ^$ j7 O3 d, \" V) ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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