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, }) D0 l$ d0 y0 x$ ]; ?- U% jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, x/ e, [. {: Z4 y* |6 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % p; ]5 m. e8 a' Q; y! b' k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, t! W, m" c% b; M! H6 v) W1 G* u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , S3 [. V0 }9 K6 |8 e9 `# U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 q6 E5 y' q5 E
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 i5 n, N% O5 `( [. }4 i1 V
How you tried to set them free, 3 c: |0 ^) m% R0 ?3 f# _) b5 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . {2 x1 o& p' m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* m; n# c0 e3 ~2 ?+ q0 t0 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
V: r% u6 j5 d; I+ k( TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( c& S" ?+ ^' M. d/ c0 F4 O0 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 F$ i- [) R d8 ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + B; M7 R9 S$ o7 I8 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ W6 Z0 i0 H# r, T. U: JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% f! a7 p) Y4 A- V, x! k0 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 ^. @. Y* O& ]( j. O9 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* W" @2 k! Q6 _; P& E. A sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. L8 n, i; X3 {) ^8 D7 t5 U4 W1 i$ iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , Z& `7 @7 a$ L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! T0 P$ G1 P6 E; k5 H! SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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m- S T L! N$ ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 [9 i3 S5 |' I% f
How you suffered for you sanity,
. j$ N6 C F0 I) ZHow you tried to set them free,
( } O/ }# I8 e, B& @They would not listen they're not listening still, ) l$ P) p7 u8 R m1 n0 _9 a7 x- Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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