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) R/ [) v- z" u# R# K9 e3 v' CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 s4 P. S" n0 s: QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 U2 a2 v- c2 \8 X2 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ P: G6 O6 e% ^4 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) n3 Z( `/ y% eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! u6 l* F. {$ g8 b
How you suffered for you sanity, * |# `6 K+ h: C' G! b M. V
How you tried to set them free, & v. Z4 r" V& T7 i/ d( o7 }8 q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; N% D3 O' h9 k: _# ~' ?$ RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 s5 z$ E! _1 T9 `# VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % b: P9 m7 l! ]6 n8 @( y% z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) V5 E, p8 f& C3 ]6 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 O( d4 z/ S/ E/ H" u% |2 O# s! LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% C0 }( Q0 U, w* MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " [5 b/ s+ W5 T7 q/ O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 L. f* U' c A8 K& i% M
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ S5 v, d9 B. w' w, L1 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; H. ~2 Y* P8 Y& C1 [9 o9 G' p, s) P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - @7 Z# K) C. G% ~4 P' d! h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ J) H! w* P0 @% t9 K7 v4 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% I" C2 _7 x8 ^& A; KThe 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,
8 U8 p: @( K* f& x+ iHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ F+ m1 H' S# I2 T* j' S5 Q& e7 kHow you tried to set them free, 9 r8 G/ J2 l+ U& w6 @5 e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" p# K+ O; Z& a: w7 v& z6 p& g! r8 _Perhaps they never will. |
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