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/ W' I: H9 h" L5 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! f* J9 ?1 ?1 I% X( k9 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & @/ u8 N9 U/ R4 ?5 n: Q5 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 p' s& F6 g5 b @5 P2 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ k% C9 F/ |6 J5 {5 V7 p* V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 O7 j, E0 @2 X2 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
* D) K; [) n- Z1 O0 EHow you tried to set them free,
; W5 W$ k6 F6 ?3 i$ GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; K% z& s( G# M: E: e p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + T; y$ {* K l! s/ O; A9 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * O$ ~3 G/ T; L J3 P1 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 }' s0 A$ ~0 ^& e4 R1 s# A& cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 w2 V9 o, b) {& T: x* h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' K' r7 ?- d1 @9 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % i. ^9 ]! p8 `2 Z5 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, T" V, }5 l8 m; y% F4 ^But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 ~, z6 b' O! Y/ y" U6 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; ]( s) C {9 V7 w* w3 A1 @% K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 R+ f& w# ^: N6 `) dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- [3 j5 f1 e0 k0 a6 ^: CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" g D: E( {( \3 v, J- u0 `- tThe 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,
" W1 l- q* ^, Y C* wHow you suffered for you sanity,) Z2 ~* G! m7 v; r: E7 ]
How you tried to set them free, * `9 D5 O2 T! m0 x( |5 ~' t% G. A
They would not listen they're not listening still, - x9 O G9 r0 l$ b& P& [8 V9 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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