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1 o/ \6 x+ ?# K& @5 p! H+ BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , ~0 @0 C0 v4 Y5 v: K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 |. A+ _( y8 ?1 l5 K5 q# F1 U& _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ ?% S1 P7 g( n' [ v& ^6 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' L$ b& k7 N+ L2 X1 Q+ K) ?6 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 g4 [0 p. ?' h
How you suffered for you sanity,
h& T7 m+ O# e; k$ a7 GHow you tried to set them free,
' q) X; J/ @& U0 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ y A1 j% D: nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! K' z7 j( \- A; ~$ mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 @- k. l/ G. f4 G8 f9 ^7 M7 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : V# |- V: r D/ ?0 F8 H* j
Weathered 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,
h$ ]2 ?2 G! Y5 b* QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% h8 P8 S! F2 ?9 T% J @You took your life as lovers ofter do, " F6 A2 O% h1 A: u5 W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" F# m0 t* @, k/ l9 X4 N1 E+ ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' s/ I3 |; _$ g( k, E9 v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' U/ y* |* T6 S" W$ JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 p+ _! q& y2 R! @4 x1 X, ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 Q, `& Q3 ~5 A+ q! \3 J% D+ `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 @* s$ F1 Y; K- {( LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 @: b5 H* \# _0 [How you suffered for you sanity,
, @% s2 `6 T5 w8 K! w" eHow you tried to set them free, , m' g2 D; @/ C1 R3 O( K* ^1 u
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; q& w B" g. d$ q
Perhaps they never will. |
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