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! f) S/ n; v Z0 _2 F7 l8 |' uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' G5 N* k; W& n' j8 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. e1 D1 a2 W- @7 R+ \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' A' s. V6 g4 q, x* p- E) ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; b2 R9 }0 h: vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( D W7 i5 V& h+ v+ P2 j+ uHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 K" @. e% P4 Z; o, h: _% I7 N3 x) F
How you tried to set them free, : @# i7 W8 E( B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 H' ~7 D( n1 F% ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 b |! g$ Q+ l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
B# ]( d Q% xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: y/ n! r. N' U. J. I* ^1 T oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 l3 V( h8 Y( E% I1 l7 t% J8 i5 K( g+ G' GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, o- Z$ K# @( s$ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & H- e4 H% H5 f+ Y5 m+ p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 e" H( ]$ N w( [- M. y! RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ S$ X0 b p2 N/ ~# WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " g! |" r# J! T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 B1 Y; O. r% J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) \& r6 y2 G! O" P7 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 _+ s, W* O! l+ GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ Q/ l# M7 x3 R& HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & D: d# ?& Q4 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 J( {9 ]1 x7 ^How you tried to set them free,
& w5 p0 F# W9 h6 `! o% r+ LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 s7 j* Z0 v* C6 T4 bPerhaps they never will. |
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