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! { T) n9 L* M$ i+ |' i$ W/ ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 _6 x0 k5 v* c: mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. U6 c2 I. U: a7 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) \3 N8 L* A/ S7 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ {* _ G! G* }7 h- {- N6 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) C+ J+ l0 r& k6 n7 W( t0 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
" ^4 y! ]) Q' d, |9 L- eHow you tried to set them free, " l9 X1 C) Q( w5 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ o, @$ ~1 l3 }7 g e" q$ AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& d+ \/ m+ h) }3 g. v0 o; tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 w1 k6 Q: U! F8 U( d8 ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * e% e3 ~/ }( t" J! u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * O1 l' K, g; J. Y" Y4 w7 q/ B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 ]" Y+ a. h ]- w' Z+ mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , a/ s% b; T3 |2 z3 o3 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # j# w) j0 c; f% z
But I could have told you, Vincent, % Q; B7 k' o7 p$ _) e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! `& h- I N [( zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 o$ P/ Y) {5 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & T# I% v g* p0 [' c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) G& z& R% M$ S; j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' M% ?% P4 ^3 W5 ^% s2 v
How you suffered for you sanity,
" n5 X8 k/ b5 W. P6 k4 ]; X( r& P" }How you tried to set them free, # w ?' b3 ]* ]- x: N5 e5 g6 c9 F
They would not listen they're not listening still, , d+ M/ b+ X' Z) f% w/ Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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