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, h. j2 q: w' p0 I+ ^$ u- DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! q1 G- \" T& Y* vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 V6 x1 }2 Q8 n2 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 |$ w; k8 U& U- Z2 i3 e- {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " ^# V- g0 W1 l! C& E I: b" M, {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ b- [1 d# l) U4 h- \5 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, ; i0 I/ B9 q8 I/ [4 y+ l, Y( W" w8 W
How you tried to set them free, & r4 D, v3 l$ t" x# [+ f1 b4 N! E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, E4 @" \( K# l$ b4 U9 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ ]! @* j( R) D7 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( S+ B& A) Z8 Q" K4 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; Y2 C+ l z! n7 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + T. }. Q% j, X* g* y* U; _/ w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % w) {/ S: D7 M$ ^$ \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 m) U6 G5 [/ ]) MBut I could have told you, Vincent, % E9 p# g' U3 P' z ?2 G1 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& w) g& [0 D' ]! ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / z( `7 l1 T; i+ d+ Y) E( N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 Q! N% a3 S6 h9 _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! I H, R8 J( d; x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - Z$ K' ~" M f1 q8 ~: p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : h! W B+ F1 f. B/ Q( Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 h# g. {- ^8 I% u; Q$ d# O8 ZHow you tried to set them free,
. V" [. R2 N+ Z) H( s, V# XThey would not listen they're not listening still, & q8 i8 ~' ?) D0 R/ l+ J0 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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