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9 A& y2 C D: c- ]8 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* S( E! G+ D: ]( ^% ^1 \: j$ wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* a( ]* G* }; d3 S. }- y8 @9 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ w3 J+ K2 C+ R6 h, x7 N. l5 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 ]: {7 e5 Y. P$ ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! G& p c' H6 l4 h0 \2 W$ x
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 m4 j Y- \3 W6 oHow you tried to set them free, * ?. \1 a3 s& w( r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 w6 {9 ]& O5 o) t7 w8 |# nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. ^4 ^4 s4 ^' g9 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ v. n! }: j3 ], o! e" iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" m$ W9 X" p6 T! F. c2 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 p/ }$ Q: J7 Q LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' w. f% W7 Z3 O0 t5 Q. _, V. y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) N0 c$ q4 k3 }+ O+ @' {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# K9 z% R: S. u' d. V3 A- VBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 T _3 o: | g R+ d }3 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* v) `5 T: e, R% \& ^! R- h( BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 Y* k1 @2 a7 M% e+ h4 I. O1 q% K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 p5 ^ i2 _1 \ ?+ _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. {, H8 `/ F, W* W- `" e( iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' l* I- c5 s! w4 l3 e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( n" h$ t: `2 t2 z
How you suffered for you sanity,. D; L# A# t% _3 N& H, v- s
How you tried to set them free,
4 _* f7 Z- b: S* XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- m$ m6 \/ k- A& S( c( xPerhaps they never will. |
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