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0 \) k* w4 ~4 o, Q( }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ l" ]+ _4 p; n2 Y1 k* P" d6 n# _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* J3 ~5 }! Q6 [' E( J) L0 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% F0 ?' `% `/ H( cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 a* o7 a9 P; J- w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ L6 n: q s, o
How you suffered for you sanity, , y2 W3 R* q) g% P/ c
How you tried to set them free, ) j) Y! E7 }0 x! L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ F3 s; s. P9 ]7 c: \- g. EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ t+ \: A; @: y7 |# `. P% iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ h& W9 [: _" H3 J4 m7 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# C( z$ s# b- l7 ~/ u! V0 O0 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 n' D/ q" L! ~( f4 J6 \, _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 N* e5 j2 C: i# B/ |" NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ }+ K3 u/ c* L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' @7 r9 ^7 U. pBut I could have told you, Vincent, : C7 C6 M3 b; b$ m- Q; c7 m9 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 t+ ?$ b9 {* \9 u" }) [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 E/ b& f8 f% A6 z; T: Z& mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # u3 t+ d9 `. [8 ]) g; O# |5 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) X% @6 E3 f7 \/ JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' a' }; Z, }% ?) E( TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( J: c* x) T/ lHow you suffered for you sanity,2 f3 R b5 }1 c+ p
How you tried to set them free,
1 B0 z2 D; S' S: } |5 ~ N( `They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 `& h+ N) A; D, b* B0 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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