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* t- A D9 f" H9 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 A3 l2 l( B& X; X. A2 {1 ]1 E" gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 ]% }0 B3 T& l$ S8 L3 A$ d0 V+ m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 d* t' {( k0 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 Z, S* I8 C% K/ o: _* `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! W2 r* i& X* Z6 p- uHow you suffered for you sanity,
) N) _3 G) B$ UHow you tried to set them free,
( k) n3 d9 [; \0 e6 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. \' Q' n3 W8 e8 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' b( N4 j8 `* [9 g7 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; T. t# r1 {6 u8 J: m1 V' \8 g4 d4 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 K9 \2 S# r# V# e+ W+ f
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, ; I7 Y8 v0 k4 I* g0 h' B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 v+ f3 T+ B' r9 @$ |: b, M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " z/ ?% n) g( `9 |" t& B" m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 r: B5 [ j( f) ^2 K/ c8 s2 |& @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) a$ K* \* J$ V# ^/ bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* ^; w: K& w0 I F8 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 o/ N1 U$ A7 h6 }$ S7 S! k9 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 N0 Z0 y/ g/ NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; I3 k+ s/ ^% [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * d1 ~5 C8 \4 M/ `* h$ r
How you suffered for you sanity,$ T/ [7 F1 {. R
How you tried to set them free, , s# x$ i. f+ R/ n* X' f& K
They would not listen they're not listening still, - o% Z0 i3 I, w2 Q8 X/ A, Z' e
Perhaps they never will. |
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