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- N4 C" v! L. M6 F+ fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 ~5 _+ H# D& V" }* `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ h0 B- P, N0 @( g" wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' }! n: n* Z2 }8 b! C' L( ]6 T( J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 ^& C, e0 e( B8 j9 F4 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- \. {! [3 N0 C2 v+ w; O! ?6 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 p' f* q# n9 \& fHow you tried to set them free,
1 ^, m v2 A! [' v, K7 R* CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 ~' @- e! |+ v) m" l ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' c6 q8 V8 m! M7 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& E. N% l% a0 w; d, e% }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 e& L e: p. H/ |% S7 R/ q8 [/ ^Weathered 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, 5 Q& ^5 u6 S! @% w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 ~/ K" P3 L# s1 P0 G( m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ J8 h% K0 a7 m+ v, XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. h. \$ K7 `+ r1 |7 G4 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 f/ M/ Q0 v' @; T- Y. ?7 Z5 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 q* p5 p+ v6 j6 X; H T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 {5 a! M& w: f0 G4 f$ _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# [' Q% k- [$ wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & W' m& V$ p* p% {
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 T) j. h- ]- V* y$ \8 vHow you tried to set them free, " j2 j0 w( j2 o) h" o
They would not listen they're not listening still, - b2 O$ E; d9 [' n3 m3 q" c0 H! }
Perhaps they never will. |
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