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9 A- K; b6 f7 w* |8 O; \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) A" x, [2 t9 M5 f: l% _4 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, b; v0 N) a7 w5 M; d: ~ _+ jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, H" @/ f8 A& y Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & W0 u: `9 X/ [+ f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, F5 {1 N+ s9 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 Y0 r) |, o# p- y8 c- ^8 zHow you tried to set them free,
5 j8 K8 |* l) _" G+ `- `- NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 J; \5 W7 G, T( T& q5 l9 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 B C. n* @" m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 x% y0 ] X3 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ X! [2 M6 N, D, }6 O3 V, @3 L& FWeathered 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,
& b9 z! w$ X: \1 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 U+ [! r) }! C: e3 {You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' P! k5 H; r4 U
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; y( Z4 {0 {0 e+ G0 q3 X7 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' I1 t9 y* k5 ]& x ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 N; \! s5 i. h! k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' D0 I& O: n; I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 u( r8 S8 }8 B7 g: VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' e4 P: G7 ]( Q. C$ g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, S! s9 `# n5 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 e# M; y) z3 m; oHow you tried to set them free,
) W5 L% i, {/ H& J2 J$ i# k2 TThey would not listen they're not listening still, , ~$ E1 J" F+ D+ s6 r8 b6 \+ y
Perhaps they never will. |
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