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, r/ U: c/ j' F# e# v3 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" U! |* Q: @7 I q5 o6 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + I* b5 Y7 P& z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& m$ i: N/ I3 D. X+ mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# t4 t$ w4 v8 `: t# C* ]1 M! VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( s* n0 L" L' V* f2 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ A. P% Q( G1 e- M0 m$ wHow you tried to set them free, ) b* C& T8 i+ j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) e" W2 Q1 u/ P+ E7 ~0 y! R ?4 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 A" ^; s3 O; N; s' Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - @6 W, S3 f) E8 m! J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& j- }- e9 L: X2 {" c) u: o3 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) Y: n/ q" l" f: t, P7 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 i% u4 _ \ k. N) ^7 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) d9 {% q4 m% `. Y9 N+ E; b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 f2 I6 o2 {! a: ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 H3 v& c5 v% }- ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' f" H3 x$ f$ n; n0 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 x$ y1 k9 G0 v1 J, S% N3 e6 _. E/ EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" D% P4 |* D+ tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( c4 x1 Z, W6 ]' O6 U, A6 Y6 A
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, " X" ^& V J1 `0 j
How you suffered for you sanity,; l0 A& | d+ w
How you tried to set them free, ! Z! k; Z9 k' m- [
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; M8 m* r, b( P; K+ H+ M
Perhaps they never will. |
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