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$ ^( A4 y% `8 Q6 W7 ^8 y7 ~4 u& lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- O" G' f! h8 M( h6 M; ]4 v" PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , o) f3 R# O5 Q# B) Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 b% j- N6 M3 P! s( W$ r4 G* h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 Z+ h; _, P. M; _6 v0 N+ z! D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) I9 |$ f- o: K" U$ q# [, [# d
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 Y' U/ |' h' i+ p$ P/ f
How you tried to set them free, 8 t% G3 }$ b6 \; S$ `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' I% G- Z/ L0 N$ N9 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # N# ^* ]# j. [2 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; h* V% p: w$ B% h8 c( WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% [ c" X3 @0 }, H% n2 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - y: W+ O/ ]( C) r8 D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 ^$ H6 A8 b* e! O5 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ O$ | g& j) i$ c& b5 J0 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . E- T7 y$ S' `8 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" g# }1 N0 z' HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 N/ V& g- `1 U. {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 l! `9 v3 V/ P; U: A/ NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 e k! n6 B3 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; r9 T8 z& |1 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : F8 j9 q- P% b. K3 L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% V# o5 D& e1 o. @How you suffered for you sanity,, X1 Q! d2 P9 f! \9 t5 D8 ^1 U
How you tried to set them free, $ o8 a( o ~; U! s# C0 `: q
They would not listen they're not listening still, - ]5 e, A3 h( }$ j4 o. W t/ w6 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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