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7 E+ F' o2 Z. m `; N gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* s1 _1 S f/ V9 ]# O' nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " M& q% |9 U! m( R" m# c8 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ ?7 K) }2 C T; |! |: \9 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( Q5 U0 Q/ f1 H$ m# A% r! h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( t. ~+ { Q3 l2 z% hHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ l" V. w% h- m0 tHow you tried to set them free, " A; c: ?. v3 H+ T$ f3 j' f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 M! C5 n2 @0 e, @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 a. p* A& Z5 q, f( ?( J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 F+ X: D0 ^, u* L) r) n4 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - p& G2 c- X- ?- }( \+ d4 d
Weathered 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, ; H. _0 F0 @0 \# O; ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ]( f% Y7 n7 K* F; i: j. p5 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 o2 T1 i- Z4 Y7 y2 k. FBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 L! F K) t) e' h5 c8 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " g# |) z5 ?4 g8 l1 O+ m
4 F7 h' Z$ t/ x1 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " ^/ j1 V4 C2 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" u. j0 G$ k- j5 w2 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 G7 Y+ J1 @; ]( OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 [6 f) y% x3 {* ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; `2 _+ q% G$ RHow you suffered for you sanity,
, j O; k! F, Z9 [5 {. kHow you tried to set them free,
8 f4 u! K7 Z4 p; _5 o) \They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 j# ~& @3 J9 R; Q+ y
Perhaps they never will. |
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