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z% [- c. w) B/ ^6 e- @. rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& y }: C/ V- S1 j; \8 Z" S5 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 n2 U# |" U) P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& \/ h5 ~ g9 @+ A3 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 \: A! }: o& q& r ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ Z" M& X8 w2 S! ?# c+ _) G. qHow you suffered for you sanity,
' C# x6 ^. z' X# V. M/ nHow you tried to set them free, : n8 \' F) s0 r* P& b/ u- E4 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 ?! w% l# C$ @, k J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) g7 ~& e5 K/ d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 {1 y1 A1 U( uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / N; U8 ?3 h3 i1 X* j: O1 I9 }) V$ o; B
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,
" P) |4 g! ~9 |& R0 j& y* R+ O; FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! Z7 [3 M2 a; f& b4 k" W+ `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 z' B5 j% a$ `! J, ?3 IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# w2 D! x( b" tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, q3 B1 r- P6 c1 v+ a% v6 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 u, V& f+ T* I3 h% e0 g2 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& A; X7 X+ v: {! o1 Y0 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% F: v0 N$ g7 y# A! JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 i8 u6 c" g6 h+ S- X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; s7 n; D/ Q) X3 \! I4 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
# ^ K2 _) v+ T/ E3 X9 n) THow you tried to set them free, , q8 u a& Q2 D4 f3 V
They would not listen they're not listening still, : R4 P! h4 W6 a1 h b- G
Perhaps they never will. |
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