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0 k# U, `, ]7 Y9 L! ]1 I# r8 K2 O; pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ^4 c% j9 z5 Y1 I9 m3 ^, @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 d$ k5 y9 i: K \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 Q- b$ g7 `: v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 k- J+ |: y z0 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: h& x& j5 r" b2 {4 c) JHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 W3 G$ S! ^. ~) D1 v1 W
How you tried to set them free,
0 o$ K- c' D! W( _3 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# E. |1 t! I7 M( Q4 b# mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
O. P& q3 p, c4 a& C$ s! Z0 W& @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. n( j2 \& Q0 u3 o' u) T9 n6 T$ XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . J0 W. T4 I/ o6 V; ]& x# G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; N1 V5 ?0 S# c A6 k1 s4 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) U! D+ G, r5 @- T5 o: Q+ p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' I& E% c* A, L! G+ v% s+ P9 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 |! M2 a" U. L! p l. SBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( S6 d9 s' e( _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) K6 A% |3 H- b% w" K9 t8 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ? P- e3 C1 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 Q; p! B6 l! |, b9 A. Y/ y0 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 C& S5 J4 z2 ^
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,
( @( f' Q' Z, j3 e6 F% FHow you suffered for you sanity,
! s$ Y+ N. i: oHow you tried to set them free,
+ `- w) Y3 O$ Y6 V& o% q' ^They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 R- x* ^% @& z& ^; E
Perhaps they never will. |
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