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2 a, P+ n+ }7 s! k/ XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' w! I$ o+ N0 ^% w' kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & G4 ]/ b9 ^" x/ d" O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! F- w1 V& S; f& ?3 ~* _1 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& w1 k/ T ^0 B: {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; j6 G: O( Y. n8 M" G
How you suffered for you sanity,
, F* N3 J2 `4 i9 u; S1 kHow you tried to set them free,
8 O, C7 ~0 N2 }$ ^# Y% QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , ], C2 s. f! Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 t( e* ^* Z0 J. `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: W+ e. {/ s# I* C/ IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 S# Z+ u6 d2 m# m# C* M0 E# eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " s, G3 w9 R# G3 [4 \) _/ v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! o3 c5 w T$ I( QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) g, @8 K' m. A$ y+ D+ m$ k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 A4 C- w3 J. D, MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 B/ k# D4 N% T; h, q7 K! s" E3 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% M; `0 T/ L1 Q3 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 f- k1 V) _4 F9 n- p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 e0 a6 p) j5 N. {0 L" H& TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . e9 m& L- d3 e% p; G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * X6 C5 u: E1 e1 m$ }
! g% A# i9 \" l V }1 l9 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 `! v( m3 O/ C/ a2 e) W! E- dHow you suffered for you sanity,$ Z7 N7 C1 ?' s7 k$ j) w
How you tried to set them free,
7 q* y; B9 U" A8 `4 y! [% J+ D# D& kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* r( q; B/ H4 UPerhaps they never will. |
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