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" m8 N$ P- v- ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ?) B6 t7 |) k4 x+ wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: B% ~: V9 I$ T' ]6 l3 W, AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% K1 C. _4 k+ m* h1 h% c- S: u% u/ @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" Z8 p: A( N5 Y3 ~# JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 _' }9 Q0 ?$ p- k
How you suffered for you sanity, U+ H- Q* B) ~* j K
How you tried to set them free,
! f+ k5 K, A, d" t2 e# @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% e' B) z! c' O: Y( tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 H# {, f/ |& a0 y( W4 K3 t; NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: l4 T0 b4 D( `9 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 x% |4 {, r& @! K3 B- U" i) U. rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & _" F+ m( W1 M* |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 C I7 L; Q+ K9 d8 G8 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % h. }% B& t4 c% S) \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ ~) V6 N$ W* B( ] p4 j( `: ?" HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! c1 }+ @6 o4 D" r& K7 c# qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 g: J, A7 a$ i: X- ]1 C7 o/ JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" v+ Y. ]# L, D( h# ^' V' GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; _4 B& `0 ?: x2 x: D% ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! z7 f, [6 N \% O7 c( o* }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,
6 f/ ~' n ] q& b XHow you suffered for you sanity,+ t2 ~- H6 Y; ~! m' S6 ]
How you tried to set them free,
9 {! A6 Z8 W3 ]8 w- V; p; E) uThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 D9 @$ i; e* t. y
Perhaps they never will. |
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