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1 p6 f5 L0 N9 n# x8 w0 Z0 n0 ^* YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ t v2 n" @& V, TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 { Q0 E6 [, ]5 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 E+ m/ g% Z0 @1 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % y: v% F* l; `( J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, E' {$ X- o8 @% Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 b; F& P- i. {& J: s vHow you tried to set them free, 8 H6 C) Q( G4 Q3 w; H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 W, P1 U5 ?" f9 M" a1 `* }6 o3 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ @; a. _; S' T# C! u7 q6 p1 BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , g, W4 J" U' F7 Z7 F! h# E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, \5 o1 u; h' ^$ T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 C- h7 o3 H# \. RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 D' N( o* M+ B5 t8 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 w1 G* u9 U( T- ]8 p7 e3 @
But I could have told you, Vincent, / M9 {& U9 T/ ~0 L& A+ Y* {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 E! ^5 X! J( Q4 d7 L5 w; Y6 ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! K0 q6 E) `: q/ I6 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 G) z4 K: j; Z! w& G7 ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; S; v) ], J7 x8 v- m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& n/ b% m" W$ Q5 _% UHow you suffered for you sanity,9 L* _1 \+ W: U/ N# E A
How you tried to set them free,
' R+ q) Y% g) ]5 @% N# t6 o- n( d# s8 }They would not listen they're not listening still, . _. B5 c. B( E. r" c
Perhaps they never will. |
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