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" u: u6 d8 P' _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, o+ }. I6 m% Q. C! ?& I) GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% w; v4 P& t+ H4 H+ PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 D1 G0 ^* d: A" n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) B) z L- D& m* r- {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 B4 F. ~& `7 ~$ g# ]9 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 T, A- S/ I! {# ^. C% q) HHow you tried to set them free,
8 x+ u. J& b) k- B8 v5 I! qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# u% o" @# l. ^9 I' _* u7 {2 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: |; M. b( B0 z3 e; [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 X6 g& Z2 V7 I0 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # R, o l* }: t/ M$ z/ N, f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! P) d0 D0 w- P7 ?6 k. LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, O9 w( _& K' N: F L* e C9 z7 R, N hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - X- C5 R8 ^! G+ j9 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& a, _+ d* X7 E: H" zBut I could have told you, Vincent, - d$ C8 `3 o9 W3 l( E4 h$ ?1 c s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; X# M7 `2 u0 I- ^% DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 a' f- a( C7 i6 ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 h- x! i" V; D& T: `* L- H5 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) H' Y5 o$ c! a; p3 q& ], x
The 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, : Y" T a3 u. y( x# ^: }
How you suffered for you sanity,
) c5 `* g$ g7 O& q! w% g, U' {How you tried to set them free, # ~2 {& C: n% e. w" @" p' l" ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 `5 B8 p% J0 N5 y3 @& Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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