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/ l* F9 i$ h) ~/ R3 d" J9 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 B$ `; s: i4 y* E& U2 L7 z9 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! P5 O- L1 _! F. E( k7 z( L6 [& ^2 e: }* ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( ?4 z& u# L6 s4 L3 H1 P/ }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 G" j# U8 z: u6 T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," y/ U; b/ i; J. r7 Z0 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
% V* j7 r% c6 j, |How you tried to set them free,
+ m" [% h% U/ d1 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ G( R: J& x6 o9 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - A t: T( c" G4 B3 f5 E% C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& K2 j- O2 f3 _ eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 H1 @* c2 @( U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : Y, O! I ]* k4 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 [# H* |" J' j2 k3 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' B; O$ M1 G5 g3 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; B8 G! k5 U, w( E& G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% {1 _) h! _" T" m( e$ vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% O3 v$ |' b' ]3 Z7 d4 S& d; T- bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( S) v; [; s; S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " v) v; S+ d" k* J# H! O+ F5 v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 S6 ~/ @8 Y0 Z: A8 j- UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ A# j k0 V6 l/ X
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 W. K' K/ d6 b0 x$ e% A& lHow you tried to set them free, 9 o. ~- X4 m! K* p: j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" m' s$ {4 M4 c* r. o7 r! e5 aPerhaps they never will. |
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