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& F' U6 r& d" hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 k+ ]; L/ _- b* O S1 l* K) g G" HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& W1 n8 u3 S7 N, ^1 V$ \; x, QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- ?9 Q" s6 R& f4 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 F& @3 d+ E( `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# Q7 {9 p& ?) nHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 M# K" n& E! {0 a* _- L
How you tried to set them free, , a, B; d! w0 B7 s. O" G& F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* D* Z- \7 H: r2 U C9 f% lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# J2 Q- a1 G5 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 w2 p3 ?. Y7 ?1 V( A! E2 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: ~0 L" E' g1 f% e, YWeathered 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,
% u. y. y. C( i) }( ]3 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, g# Q# h8 o3 h8 V6 s! |6 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . Q# j0 x7 f# p, d) g8 B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; p# ?: W9 p7 R7 h3 aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; e& a! m/ t: c2 u4 x) s; vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 j9 i' {2 s4 M: q7 C$ p0 d2 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 c. X3 |$ d, d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + v& [# Q$ X0 q! E
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, 0 V9 h/ R: R2 o8 c/ W
How you suffered for you sanity,4 [9 ^* _+ t" p8 \% ~
How you tried to set them free, 4 I& J- P e* {3 v$ U; _
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! {% i' F- P% J) z7 r# v% f$ d
Perhaps they never will. |
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