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/ t5 q% o |8 V6 T2 a' t% C% OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( c) } ^! \5 I; s" [/ eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 N1 D8 V; F4 Q: ^1 f. u* _# I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 v% ~$ R: H4 C7 X0 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 ]' W1 j' i8 ~3 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ R5 @! V0 W+ h8 I% }How you suffered for you sanity, " d3 \* {' e( b( F
How you tried to set them free, , I3 S" ^$ W5 u9 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 N' y! B' e, z! d& h, A8 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 J+ |2 {) p8 Q% G9 N' d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 _; `; R/ T4 C* u4 y3 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + v/ o8 S0 k" Z6 s0 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; }' [0 E# v. u7 H; ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: z5 W6 V3 C) p$ _; [; RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( m$ v8 T; J# H' S6 \# {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 L% D2 f- [: x5 T9 a( A( O7 j
But I could have told you, Vincent, & D- b7 l; }( Z a9 B9 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 v5 P0 @5 s+ z( p2 T" R; h$ A- nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! S m: V+ _+ `. k5 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 h' x* m2 s% `6 p) F% DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ z* k7 M" t' w& A) a# h0 d- M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ b7 g9 T C( {. A, oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 w) D* l: r/ K$ I3 Z. kHow you suffered for you sanity,
: X6 Y; {* N" d- XHow you tried to set them free, ! e4 @0 r e% e9 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, S9 k( M: [* C1 c6 o% aPerhaps they never will. |
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