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- s! {3 V. J3 a/ E/ X E" DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 m$ }+ d' d8 v' U# {( ]3 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 P; ^! @# m9 E8 h4 w/ SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 C. z& g0 M5 F7 D4 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . D8 o8 ~) r. f' ]1 P" L5 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 s$ A( P2 y% A: y1 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
c8 E; E# Y' Z$ wHow you tried to set them free, ! G# C+ p; ^/ D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 ^+ t7 N3 Y8 V+ P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 g, w u. {! m0 l6 w+ V) x- YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' o6 p/ L3 z3 L e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; W5 _! K8 E; v t5 g- b. O- kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 K5 {- t4 I/ G" M' V. w4 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( m/ b5 g4 T. m, q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! U6 u7 Z' p" y2 H) m4 P& U7 f# K# S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
J! X) `9 Q' U9 O+ G5 RBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! i) V6 {5 z5 A; {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! F& K( F! X0 P5 X' h' o1 |& r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ s V. ~0 L. q8 s4 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 X9 l+ x* R/ m9 q. BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. e3 B' {! k, ^7 [" JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. O4 P0 |0 T* uHow you suffered for you sanity,
' @* O. r5 \6 u VHow you tried to set them free,
8 p$ N9 s' ~/ bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 h& U4 o! y \8 V6 \. l, h; ?Perhaps they never will. |
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