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7 k$ J" v1 V( X4 d; \- v( iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! { X, E ?+ ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 C1 G' e* K) z2 w; ^ a0 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 x8 G' j1 s, C1 g- k, o( e+ lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! r$ x/ @# o4 v# Q( s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! e& p( s9 A4 z( @; @+ z; E
How you suffered for you sanity, ) a9 V8 _$ L( H# o
How you tried to set them free, , a: u/ {; U5 K; B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + X3 D1 P! c# V2 c( Z' G9 @5 f9 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 `+ X4 }7 A4 R7 z5 H; [1 s/ B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 A3 W+ E2 b6 | i8 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% K! j0 M4 R4 B# ~8 Q6 V! IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 q/ ^, n4 ~+ m9 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 B% V k8 C& A) Z6 U' z7 A0 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
t6 V8 L- ^7 v( i- AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% E5 `8 l ^4 N9 i0 A: FBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 L6 H3 v9 L( Q( Y: B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: s6 R* B* w; F9 I8 x* G9 L `! BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 ?/ | K) a2 x" `7 Z4 Q TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( q7 K' _: z8 W# V; F" {8 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' B3 P7 m7 Y& h- MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 h: q# Z2 j4 {
How you suffered for you sanity,) k1 x8 R4 }* Q+ [
How you tried to set them free,
, C* k7 J& e* g1 U! a0 \: mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 ~; N& @. T7 fPerhaps they never will. |
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