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* w8 S* n' \/ v% m& k& d8 B: r8 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % x' F# e- r5 E( w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 `# M9 V: v9 I. H/ A4 a4 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* }! }" n0 }' nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* }9 w2 w$ J# c0 d& TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 a7 u/ H4 P: q& P$ f
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 P$ y4 w/ y7 T; I8 |& ^) o+ HHow you tried to set them free, ) U' I; w3 I& g. h6 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 b) P+ |* x7 }0 j: S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' i# J. u' g$ Z2 l1 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& z5 z. a% E$ @; ~4 f, D# S9 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* c7 [/ ^' n# w H' n& MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % e6 k, _) n8 {* N1 i5 V3 m( U) i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 X" b4 v+ c8 t. \1 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + h5 f5 {! X( \- V" B- O& k4 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 h2 N4 K% t' k2 H" `4 E' QBut I could have told you, Vincent, . I9 f3 b! E' L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ D- ]; D1 ~7 j& s( [' MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 B. t' s/ ~1 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- A! i( t: O9 M1 u: PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; w, w7 C" z! ~. b3 z+ `3 xThe 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,
% `' D6 i: G b5 }4 O$ }How you suffered for you sanity,
5 Y5 e# F. y5 G# D$ g) EHow you tried to set them free, {$ L& i3 \4 i) O9 Z l7 R* `
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 v, |# {$ M7 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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