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2 I( _, S* P- Q0 m& K! xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ i0 f& X- ~0 H5 K: J) }# I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( `* a% O; u; K. a. m0 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) \1 l$ ^- ], `/ T, b; K5 [+ X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; T/ e9 F6 N5 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, A# ~! K) V6 d6 DHow you suffered for you sanity, " V/ O8 W+ C! s) K2 D5 T
How you tried to set them free, & ?* p& [/ u3 a' N5 ^$ z+ i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# m0 H" p3 d/ V. jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ o9 [* f! h$ v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # _+ E5 E. B8 D6 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ n& E: | e' c3 e5 N1 m6 T% {! h8 CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 N3 ]6 V) g$ t$ Y1 c, v$ D& lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 b9 a$ c6 y; g8 L; a, H# JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 K- R3 ?' W! J. k; b$ J5 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 \2 Z+ V7 K5 M% ?- ^But I could have told you, Vincent, $ Z) M( U( O( ~: e9 N) K" M* }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 Z: J8 u T( \' N2 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 _5 @: I& W: c' [7 FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( b2 W: `/ V+ e% x" Q% hThe 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,
9 X+ c1 n6 I- t a* u; g# _How you suffered for you sanity,
$ c1 U n) _1 `+ i; @7 t& S# ]How you tried to set them free,
8 {2 t& R0 L6 HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, m2 N$ ]- ?/ \9 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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