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* k4 Y/ U$ f) z# r' F7 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" T6 d" M* D& w; E% O* FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( z' H( L( k) N q/ @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. Q+ L7 x: c l0 g9 u. c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / o/ ?! i: V) ?+ c3 K% m7 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ v$ W7 g: @6 m& z9 s! [
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 P1 f% A9 g, x1 P! d& `# DHow you tried to set them free,
3 s: Q4 t+ H% x) KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- V/ M* k" J; wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) Z/ b# c4 Z/ X/ C0 t& rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 z& `! V$ j9 {1 i% d$ `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) K/ M1 N% f# V4 m0 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. n( Q% p5 b6 {" X. O0 W1 U7 k+ Z& oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 R5 G; n# W. ?) s! iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# `, T7 ?! U" g4 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. b! R9 b# p5 c: M) aBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) j7 Q( x! p4 g( ], r+ z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; D0 u% v, o" _& `4 Z& K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 m6 Y# y- X$ X# G( E% b. q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : C9 n3 K6 p& r/ Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 E* f B% C9 }1 h# N0 T
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,
$ z5 O; L' u! B* A6 bHow you suffered for you sanity,4 C: E8 ?- y" d6 y0 S
How you tried to set them free, ! {- J* o- l) g6 I9 R& t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ H7 V" D, t1 X$ k* X6 EPerhaps they never will. |
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