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5 _6 @! u+ x& ]* W1 K/ q: \+ kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 T' T" g2 o' Q6 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ c% S5 D2 C7 M4 N( }8 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ l; p& i, c- j& n* [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 L J) g: N7 P4 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 ~. d0 y% M) q/ K- RHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 c9 B- |& u" P9 J
How you tried to set them free,
1 G2 V4 k$ V. G" t' `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 m m' S- A' ]0 C9 E- hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( N( ]0 ~6 ?- P% gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& t& M5 @* \; ^; c: d5 o% a+ MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 }9 H2 t% M; ?* ~( L4 u+ JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ h, E t, t1 i n7 O( C; s. t$ A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . g1 f1 H" ^% o- o8 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & V" [ p3 H; F" H7 b3 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' P$ T3 ?6 I) ` f1 ` }* O- X1 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, # E! B P* m$ W! k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! P# Q4 ~" [! p2 b8 }, PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( k3 s3 t4 m0 U4 g9 m7 U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 R" |; D- K3 a' \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. _! D& }, B) K4 Y$ }7 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. g4 C8 x7 T, e( hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! w; u* b$ C* b2 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
; Y6 i" R' F& D" R* `5 KHow you tried to set them free, * y7 X/ B1 i# ]% e$ x' I' ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, % ^5 C6 Q, _% \: ?- q0 P8 @" Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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