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' q5 r! ^+ N* I mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 ~. w9 w. _, R3 {* m, tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: k0 |- l0 _, ?5 \' ]" O0 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ q1 L# R) H% tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- T4 L7 J1 H; f; c5 j( yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* g" i# [: Q! G$ b, O* ^( M- XHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 L8 _* V' c$ s: v9 e
How you tried to set them free, ) V, g6 \' @( j6 W" x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 o* A3 F$ v& G! b% s' b s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. R; s$ ?: v: q# Y) u+ a5 u- {2 P8 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 D" e* p9 ?9 ^5 l5 q( ^8 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / B# G$ }8 L' L2 U' Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 o* K1 v, J H! F2 Q) kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( I- k! y; c" Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
@2 p, ^" N' N) n1 k* oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / ?( |+ m0 o* Z9 }1 \# |/ h; ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) ~+ q1 y' v+ Z1 J. ?* JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- |& I+ \' j4 \7 g# @# |, k. ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ o& X! C( K+ K7 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 N4 _ q/ ?6 n) L) A+ Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 d" f. r6 c0 @; f4 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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[% x+ D" T( K; F$ PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
D) v7 o( r4 S" O7 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ k! m8 k6 H! G! t/ E7 gHow you tried to set them free,
% f) i/ b( T0 y' XThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 u8 D' F# {0 e8 b/ N. ~: a
Perhaps they never will. |
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