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: X. l& o) Z0 N) d- W; b# VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / E; X) J- c5 ^# a9 |8 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% N: R6 E8 S' \! L# w. x& M' L6 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
c2 w F9 j: k, j7 W4 ^6 B) `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ?7 M$ b0 V# ^* u, S" V5 I/ T6 b; W; d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 D$ u- c. l9 a' H/ t
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 A6 J1 F& d- ~3 R
How you tried to set them free, 7 L5 m) E, g* Y2 z/ j6 F5 ?" P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ d4 ]- d+ |0 U @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! G( K ~% y# G) L+ y E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 b! c& N3 G4 W* M& d4 K0 Z& I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - J9 s, o- G- x T5 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( y8 Q4 P# y0 ]2 I' ~+ zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) k/ h& o/ [+ F0 c1 _- _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 R9 J% v2 P# j1 ?' J5 R0 Y rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 p+ \0 X, _$ v, `( c/ b0 s QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ m8 i4 Z4 V5 o9 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. }3 Z; n, h1 `/ [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 T; D% _) `$ l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ s1 H1 a, H& h8 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; R; J6 J2 S) v( `' R1 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . W* Q0 x$ W9 `- g- B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! N* h6 W" u) x+ kHow you suffered for you sanity,0 \+ e" G9 }4 Y
How you tried to set them free, # J1 @$ x9 X n( U8 d* u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 o5 h% h1 A; D& oPerhaps they never will. |
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