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* t4 t& ~; s5 r' Z7 @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) }9 m! h) S1 M3 B0 R& rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( C+ A! c! Z9 O+ i+ M1 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," Q+ g- Y: @; O+ |4 e1 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. k1 Y9 S _. K5 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( V, {# U/ z8 ]! e' s; X' F
How you suffered for you sanity,
& M" T. a& I& T( {' c6 f1 c- vHow you tried to set them free, 7 E9 [& h2 q6 i' [( W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 C5 p& r' i( t3 p& _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & V( N! f/ j; J' G! r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) g* a9 q+ G7 o0 U! N4 [6 @4 G+ hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 I" j7 [9 n7 o4 S# A6 BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 p- q# f3 _4 @$ f1 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% u* Q R' t ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 c+ A( }; Y8 `" u8 P% O) I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% t% c& C! |' u& C/ `But I could have told you, Vincent,
- o0 c: }) q. D. a1 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : ?2 u+ z9 T/ A& k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ s$ i! J; X: t) ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . I" ^0 ?4 G$ x! {6 E- r$ C4 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - M2 X4 ]1 y) s( Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 Q: ^- A _) u# M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- J8 U0 M! d9 w' U- xHow you suffered for you sanity,1 H7 ]8 p; q4 W* y9 X
How you tried to set them free, / N5 E5 T2 ~& W, x1 d8 X% c
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 F& q! H# N" l$ S* q, o2 \' U4 i
Perhaps they never will. |
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