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/ N* c$ j. Y. J1 [1 s, nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 j. I4 [: v7 ?% `$ Q# TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" L& j, [6 e. LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 v9 j. B3 `% a# nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* v& s. }2 N: u! ]+ k, b$ T2 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; ~ _5 B' E" Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
( M. r% s: x0 L6 C' THow you tried to set them free,
* `) ~# W* L" \) wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * k5 P% `4 T4 e' {, ]7 [1 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 V" s1 N, E. f7 F6 y4 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - g' Q1 q A. y! k% i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 e# d# `: r3 v( J; y' ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: W3 A" J7 ], F0 a+ h6 k. M. hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' ?4 w* Q f; O! l: Q3 U! _; RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 `) X1 [2 Z" v$ WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : o, T N, O2 p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% ^1 M+ ~6 l8 T7 `! e1 M0 R+ Y' p. N# JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& l# |" _- _+ p4 q4 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / _, s/ }+ O5 A! ]6 {* |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 d' u3 I0 B( A. r* [3 F/ A% gThe 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,
$ Y2 u- E# v: j$ L3 T2 B5 A J* \How you suffered for you sanity,
* I7 d% ^. Q0 X+ Z; ?How you tried to set them free,
8 Y O8 k, U) E3 @, [( \ kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* S$ O/ A# m- U4 S! N+ b( a/ N q# @Perhaps they never will. |
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