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6 k+ q _8 X3 }1 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% Z. q, k8 R- {( MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 c. E" {% Q. {2 r& V3 \& ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 w' s8 q6 S; `( |+ n vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 \, y* n& _$ F( S0 w- N- Z- B/ i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 z8 u( ~/ S/ |3 W* ZHow you suffered for you sanity, / W ~: P8 p$ y% M
How you tried to set them free,
2 X, o5 B1 K6 ]" f& z' EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 J) _4 i# D: r, e! qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " E. X6 j% M W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 i. {* y( n7 H, s1 k' D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , [) G" u- W* p/ G! P0 X% q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. E1 C) J+ o5 e$ m8 B; {3 Z7 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- U, c4 B1 w4 d3 A) M; MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 x' h' T" G' t9 T0 p. [# X' \+ [You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' i1 F+ _" j5 T) i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 j3 Y* I# D7 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 M6 z- n6 u+ _- v( }/ Q$ cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 J2 j; [7 n% }) F1 P8 T* p7 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 ^$ |8 A, ]: S% h( k# K6 CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 i; s% L9 c% ]0 S2 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, 1 u2 X% Q- z+ `* L4 P/ b
How you suffered for you sanity,
) k6 s) P: \6 n! r1 u( e( bHow you tried to set them free,
( W& r( _9 L5 pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
y, p9 M5 j* W g+ Q9 w. xPerhaps they never will. |
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