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4 g1 z5 y% T9 i7 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* ^5 s c, f' `) C6 O' vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 ]' G O- v7 Q& D9 i7 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# a' K4 u7 ^' `, h: _- l$ V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- c# O- ]7 k0 X# }. h% L0 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& J5 @# ?9 ], s0 Q* _How you suffered for you sanity,
& R3 s6 }: [% y$ P ZHow you tried to set them free, 4 [$ ?- N: {# s$ g0 x3 I" y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, }& m& W- H4 s8 b: _5 V# o6 x6 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
m1 d- F2 J, A+ dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 B" ~( N6 o1 q9 C0 }2 m7 I" Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& E% @; t7 k1 z$ yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 w, m7 y& x. {/ h+ W4 k) ]/ N9 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# f: r9 e5 h1 |: C, k0 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# L2 M, U" n! P! m% |) cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : B' M! y. N% c
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 p& t# {" a2 ]0 C+ y! V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& F" ^4 s( ^! O+ ], cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' k F; h! x7 u3 X# K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . \3 A& j1 I9 h5 ]- K: {7 n! ?, x. p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 {( l, x/ @/ i& l7 J2 [( f3 [
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,
; `0 L0 O8 B6 f9 i1 Q" oHow you suffered for you sanity,
. Z# o b: Z" H3 R9 WHow you tried to set them free, ! O+ M/ V( P! _/ Q- R0 R T' e( P
They would not listen they're not listening still, " N5 U4 R5 n0 \2 B* e
Perhaps they never will. |
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