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* R0 R. v# e3 S/ b% P7 {! pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 }; @) p" ?1 H- y, Z( M. jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' w' c6 o$ x! j3 l1 h& U- |% ]2 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 L; o R) `) Q5 y; }: G" `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
F- ~$ D! c9 m, ?) C- J# INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ @) O. T6 o8 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 S( @; m- N K% J% WHow you tried to set them free,
/ y$ W$ Y- ]; i, hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& _1 f! v! e1 R0 @8 c6 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! g: m% [* H: h# r( ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; @' R G( `8 d+ n$ R" X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, B" r, F2 T0 V# a, BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 f8 M% @' A$ Y$ [$ V, qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : Q" G8 j6 e# t8 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 ^* v O; w" }- S$ L$ pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 _+ s% l* g" b) G& s
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 ]8 n0 i& O6 ~5 U! V$ J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / F& A# Q( d& @* r: F; F, r
9 }# B, @6 U0 P4 k2 ]' r" jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) t: S* c1 V; b V. A O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 F! m& }& f3 N% n4 d" ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 S( u J1 ~' J: {, ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / i6 c( z; [% e' d4 K+ S/ Y/ c, J* T8 G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % y, n9 w$ w/ f- u3 `0 Q. G6 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
" b5 w- s$ R" D. z' i7 l8 g+ lHow you tried to set them free, 0 w( J( T5 i, i U! T" Z" B& |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 M" a2 A- Y1 DPerhaps they never will. |
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