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# P0 p9 a4 Z1 G! @, T$ X- pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) i9 @) {6 ?$ l8 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 h6 S! J7 x$ z; {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 S6 r/ ]3 v7 S0 M9 a# p5 q, u! B9 Z; B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 S& y7 F, a$ m% K/ fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- ^9 \5 }6 v8 J) \# ~
How you suffered for you sanity, + }/ C, a e2 K. k
How you tried to set them free,
1 K' _( w: y/ s \' s! yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) J6 I0 J6 w( m% @- |1 J$ ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' r. Q$ Z" y4 J' w$ J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ d6 p$ U# X* R# @7 n# |. wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) }0 Y# {3 Z r, r5 _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, 6 J( [/ B. M. k4 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 c$ [ ]; c% B- U8 ~- \& mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, f& p3 Z7 x! o8 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, " L, m2 A0 _, {3 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 G5 C1 p2 k) h5 [0 F& g% BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. b* |4 `5 }9 E% W. KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - i3 l7 O7 Q' K2 Q: @( E1 O G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + m+ W: s2 V) t' K2 _, V& v
How you suffered for you sanity,
- [5 N1 U5 t( t) k/ {, I! aHow you tried to set them free,
7 m/ X: ~1 g" o2 ~1 bThey would not listen they're not listening still, - `. c2 z* I8 T9 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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