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: O) ]- z( Q1 X! I. j- B% gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- u4 {7 N- G) p6 {' N7 W( yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " q1 }2 W5 H5 V/ T# b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 m) \0 N: B& o9 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) F8 W$ L+ y% N! H0 U- T4 q% l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' Q5 f% U- s, u, q9 FHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 W! _( P% X4 |7 Z3 f' l
How you tried to set them free,
4 c- _ A3 C" y/ A, IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# M. I4 Y& O" ~6 a/ XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. s3 A0 t# A! {/ `5 t" \; _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* v5 i& q9 k1 e6 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ x0 v4 S+ t5 h: a4 K- eWeathered 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, ) v- L- v( ~7 h4 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 p, L$ g" H' T3 Z) j B- b' NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 d. g& t4 }; d+ i9 r) eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, }2 Y3 x1 F0 q# v1 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 I0 E' D5 I- PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, v/ e6 f, G. @! {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 l# \/ Y+ l) C% YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ W& K3 \" I+ @/ P. d2 pThe 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, 8 }2 F! }8 @( L9 @6 W( I
How you suffered for you sanity,+ A) I. L- z Y( J) | W* I
How you tried to set them free, ! y. y) c4 n5 \ \* @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 h9 M5 l& @; y3 P4 y3 n# [Perhaps they never will. |
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