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% t! W( H0 D6 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ P2 t! B+ r2 A$ o7 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( W" I. Z7 ` w1 j2 u& B" a' J- nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; }3 r3 S4 I a( S) Q6 p! r$ m8 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * H( Y0 T% _ Z( j% ]; D! b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 v- E0 M. h8 ?/ E+ _; PHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 n7 c1 D7 P- w# N! l3 q/ z2 d
How you tried to set them free,
% N- H7 `4 y, dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) f6 A2 I1 {9 E4 F6 U% HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: n6 A: Y6 O: {5 M9 a! p4 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 M- {7 k+ G: X/ A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# ~' Z6 W7 ]+ H4 o3 ?. I# l- J8 ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , T% t3 w9 v4 Z. ] p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % B- w: T% D3 ?3 W* W2 t J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" {* J# s( h# u( OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 x5 V. `, p, r$ j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( p. ~8 R/ ]0 o9 d1 d' w# s1 Z# M" ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ a" F- e* e" D. {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- ?+ \9 B& t$ Q- I0 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
|; i1 T$ O: S' S8 w0 F( _; ZThe 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, & b( e6 f6 h9 E0 F9 @- D% c
How you suffered for you sanity,4 O/ f5 s+ u' e C8 E, ?
How you tried to set them free, 2 r4 c7 K8 X% U) V) s8 y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 a# x o! V" T
Perhaps they never will. |
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