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. C, T" Z# @: }2 V* N4 ~6 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ B1 [/ \+ q1 X; Z* ^* WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 J* h# e$ j7 l ^/ Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," ~/ e* T+ }+ K. m/ `2 v( g" M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. u3 a: @) m+ A% }( R HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% M$ i% \ b6 D; ~! ~9 e
How you suffered for you sanity, ) }; W' _* s3 f
How you tried to set them free, , Q* g: `/ o* h; M/ X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 i! \0 d$ r0 B4 ]- t! A( ? w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # _( G9 g- S$ W" K ~* k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 t6 }: U5 B0 ?( i- z. bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 x2 t% x0 i3 A: R2 h8 i( z5 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 P) C! M5 E. hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( G% w! s) {* N* VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' u0 d S" l: _2 t' e+ }" BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . X3 H( S3 @& r: g. h; p7 _
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! N# X& A) A; F6 a6 E3 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# f2 a/ X2 M; \3 _2 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
_% K% i/ J1 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& f2 }7 V1 h4 e4 l8 \( TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ c3 G3 G% R* h1 I9 m v. Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- b9 C1 q) N5 j" c* ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : ~7 ]+ d2 v n2 O
How you suffered for you sanity,6 w; y8 C7 z8 F9 v* J( | F
How you tried to set them free, 7 P9 y# `; d0 f( J" j
They would not listen they're not listening still, . _; I& S- I& K0 k0 T c
Perhaps they never will. |
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