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8 a% C0 W3 i: l: i0 }# V9 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 \, b. w/ c2 |) N' nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( H" f* E. y1 s3 }$ Z' Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- n4 _6 q4 }# {: ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 [) S: T/ a7 ^% E6 H! \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 K4 P: i4 v+ V! D' s' D+ }
How you suffered for you sanity,
; d5 ~1 M S& G4 s3 A+ o; \6 m( eHow you tried to set them free,
7 g, I9 M& m7 P' ?) yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& E ?; j' i6 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 l: |9 W& B: m: ], C& x5 x% @0 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' N( [2 o: {, a% J% g! T6 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- p1 E- \' x5 z- AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) Y' S/ H0 o0 L/ {1 y6 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 b3 Q% ~0 a8 g5 @# r. wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, r0 m9 W g4 o6 o" _$ c; LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; D! h( T$ `6 }* i& p' H; Y5 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 f) U) S' m, i) g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 }. v. X9 h3 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, p4 M' i! U; i" f1 ^5 H5 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " @+ A& b. D% V$ W. `
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,
& E- D6 o! p5 g9 m+ CHow you suffered for you sanity,/ T# ^ Z# J7 O6 x0 y
How you tried to set them free,
; G+ d% v1 a' X$ U5 B$ oThey would not listen they're not listening still, . `! q4 N7 U/ k3 t& d
Perhaps they never will. |
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