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% m3 s% Q4 N5 v" `' d' |. aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' R7 @/ M5 c" D- q8 a7 A7 t4 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 J0 k8 ]* I1 z M9 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, X2 ?$ \" z+ j# qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# u; Y) r4 O4 a* M. N/ |! sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ ^7 P( I3 ] A2 I. \0 B0 a: X+ WHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ M8 u9 o2 I6 H# pHow you tried to set them free,
: \ C5 j% ~8 S4 f% `# s( H0 P$ `* SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ e0 r5 S3 w, M2 t; _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " `. F) l9 j* X; k; N; {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ H" Z6 G8 Z0 Q2 q& F; J: K6 `$ @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( l' _- K. b+ s! a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 B, j7 \1 s. b( Q2 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 _ r; e& @% C9 {1 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) Q) U U* V; `You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 v, v: w5 }, H8 i9 r/ b7 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 c0 [! Z, d! v- j# IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " M" a2 I% ]7 L, _! s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : q* z, I! [1 Y' ]' _% i8 H$ N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + s/ U% \7 }; e) [( Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, G) E( D- T% k: X4 c( |" l1 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 ]% V+ t' k6 Y( o3 j6 {( U8 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 f. z4 w1 t2 W( LHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 g+ \2 G; y8 p4 g1 _6 G% x, `How you tried to set them free,
) c l* R/ H3 c) `$ R h5 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 y+ R8 @$ M6 b0 u% i) j9 S9 N& R
Perhaps they never will. |
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