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' K! _/ w/ i- a2 q; K/ M4 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 Q$ ?7 ? H1 T! W6 B% `1 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 O! b3 H! f' z( S1 f; v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& ?5 h& b4 i0 H; E H# lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) s- _" P V& Y6 c5 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. }8 f, d8 x# X$ w. }1 Q9 iHow you suffered for you sanity, ) u( f* _ a' _2 F; n
How you tried to set them free,
% S6 c* j* C' h+ U( e* |* V/ OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( R7 _; B3 E! o- V/ c O1 ?9 z: \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, D7 X0 ]& U, v! u$ F" }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 U v# d* |$ D4 N) `; M6 W$ n! a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! e# R. e+ n, e1 a* C! l4 ?3 Z, SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, }8 y' J' n |6 n) hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, L' R; `4 n4 M2 ^. v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 X' x% N8 j+ ] ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: L$ D! H- K# D+ y& eBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ j- k, S, b0 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 ]+ f8 g$ j5 ~! |' AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' ^) Y6 U5 M' c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( Y1 ^' O, l# _% O9 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# g+ {) e% N5 O) g# qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 p/ r# \/ [5 N/ HHow you suffered for you sanity,2 m, x$ U8 L) m; ^4 f9 Z; g
How you tried to set them free,
$ U% Z% T0 J4 |0 w# @They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 T/ R" c: D1 N' [
Perhaps they never will. |
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