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# s! m6 I2 ~7 K1 t: q0 H& pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - v2 y9 A, S. F" `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . z. O, G# o; }$ u O; y) z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 y0 V1 G" |- s* [! v2 U! BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ x k5 Z3 s3 y3 h" j$ Y4 ~9 B- QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- D! @( I- `" w' l' K* G) D- [How you suffered for you sanity,
1 `6 B! p3 B% G& p+ R1 A% {How you tried to set them free, & R- \# i' F6 z5 o4 I0 Z- E' W3 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 Q1 s+ w* u7 T& \" S- q c1 X6 ~! U# p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! B6 r, r4 [6 u7 v- j1 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! s: b p2 J1 o7 z( HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( M0 O5 _8 g; K) l2 @) o6 O
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,
3 n# w& m$ B: O! Z. MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ G" I8 r* {; Y# S: N. ?. p7 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & t6 o, P4 W" J8 W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; O4 U/ k! ?& P% V- K9 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: u+ p; c j d( ]- N0 F( HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 {1 s y- _8 P* T' ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ~4 E- r0 Q( h' I& W+ LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " w* w! b, n# I" v9 \% }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - P k7 b1 U. o7 m6 Y! g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. g" C; D( B. O; W! e2 M: VHow you suffered for you sanity,% @ b# O2 M9 Z0 [
How you tried to set them free,
8 g7 T+ S) B+ X/ HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 V8 J+ q) Q5 R5 M# EPerhaps they never will. |
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