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0 R* T# b9 z- q( }, d' gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 }7 @" d. k+ K7 t5 S4 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ `; l- `3 I" r3 c1 E- e$ c+ |: nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ M x; K8 v" D* K- J5 j* z7 R+ Q9 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 o% H5 i& F7 `! f qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( _9 }# a$ d+ M5 u0 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
I9 R$ L- G+ L% _* Z! ?4 ]! _How you tried to set them free, 3 k3 e* ~& @3 s; i4 H6 u* D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
S2 G$ J: V0 {4 m7 w0 IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& E K1 E1 R" k' }) ^0 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 Y: ?8 E- G' [1 c% @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 K: \' x* d \7 a0 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ I$ @6 t( e! |( ~
4 v6 d; k, v/ g, N3 H2 T Y7 A& UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* P2 T7 ~+ j. m% i' x6 Z2 ^2 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, }; ~5 Q$ L% w& S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ s# n+ y8 Z1 x) ~$ gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ O9 ~ z6 F2 D0 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; f9 w0 y1 _2 {# X* e: c; @" sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; b: x5 t/ E4 {$ y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% F4 f' M. h3 I8 \4 A; I7 d! ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) n1 f$ a, R( ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! C) D+ ]( i1 M1 m! ?7 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ T i0 n- a3 f( P1 Y2 R f$ x; J
How you suffered for you sanity,
) ~3 v3 ^7 Y# C: L7 uHow you tried to set them free, 6 a4 h; i* ^( J4 ?1 x& B
They would not listen they're not listening still, & { n3 H7 g) J# C6 J
Perhaps they never will. |
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