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+ h+ |( x S, u# `4 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' e! D* V0 Z' TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! @7 k. p, e* v; bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. D& J" d+ h5 Q" Y% ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 u( Y6 H+ W+ J8 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 D. o: X; P8 G6 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
, q% ~+ U( E+ r9 B' S [How you tried to set them free, 5 L7 c! \7 {" y3 D( _( t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 P1 E/ E, U/ N R, u, }3 Z# M& j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) Y! t- }5 Y* \9 k2 w! XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 ~/ U; @: n" A; G8 u- q7 ?0 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 m u& W+ x: w6 v! PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 M4 _8 g' m: |% gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. [% b: ?( h4 f+ mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " M+ L2 z& g! ~2 \, X. S+ d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' W: `$ g, f4 K6 F$ eBut I could have told you, Vincent, % ?- j1 w: F, c& e" @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) a! U3 I3 e' o3 U7 n" n: d* {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 _4 l( Z" X2 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ \- l' Q2 m$ X4 I2 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; ^% y7 q- p+ Z: V: B9 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 B9 @7 P1 ?; W7 `! S
3 i( ~ W# B4 Z8 u; |5 A+ q6 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 w( n. i& d/ t+ @' F, EHow you suffered for you sanity,5 g. P+ g/ w, e3 s' d! O9 @+ I! x. B3 g
How you tried to set them free, 3 T% y* R; r$ i+ Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" P \% A7 J s+ b8 Y8 P7 NPerhaps they never will. |
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