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# Z. d0 e& g/ l3 X9 q, lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& m6 S% A& N9 Y/ [9 J- i6 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 @2 z. Y+ W9 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; [/ X+ r4 w. Y0 Q; s# hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - c7 P* Z! d6 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. c) V) f1 A6 R) W: e, A2 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ T' H' X( v$ X/ b/ |+ NHow you tried to set them free, 0 N! d7 G2 m0 A7 K0 N1 K# w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # l- e5 Z( a7 b7 X; T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - [+ w% n9 `% U2 `8 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( g' b: I% \9 ^( y- q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 \" L) @- E% R% ~( V8 X
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, 9 f# J) ? m/ b1 j' `& r1 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . a g1 u+ J' @7 g) }' [5 Q6 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! {, F7 N4 g- j6 E, b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! z5 i }: R) a* g# i0 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" K" \# p; f. U% w [' hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " N; R% G, k0 J* c- r# R8 q1 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% K+ r7 Z9 X- Y" L5 I, iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ G$ c: Z( j4 |- ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 q$ _1 J+ o# f, ` f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 P6 C, ?" Z2 C+ |( ~
How you suffered for you sanity, j+ w- ?' O: }- g
How you tried to set them free,
6 l% x+ F5 W x* w+ k! XThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 Q& z9 r8 h5 L0 g) a
Perhaps they never will. |
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