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5 {$ ^7 d: F9 m% N1 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- c% G: o2 k. ^, Y; cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 W. P+ a! @$ A& N6 k$ gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 u, U! b! B7 z; F. i# I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 { x9 @- x$ T' I% V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, s: k5 ^9 Y) j" q( m6 QHow you suffered for you sanity, ; y# |7 c g' l
How you tried to set them free, \' j% j4 `8 M! B n0 N* d0 H+ J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- \8 y, P0 y3 k& dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . A4 r) ^! E5 z1 ^+ g) ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& p' V* Q- ]/ T) n0 t1 x' wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- Q8 B8 @2 E& b2 g( E2 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. y6 p" `" f7 s- S7 S" A4 K' u: h3 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( J5 `; S$ y* P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* V+ X8 d, H) V1 C4 g+ T7 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" e' ~0 ]/ [0 u9 X& K3 dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ I X" p6 Q( kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 f/ c8 ^! Y) [: F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 M9 e+ X& d( r5 [7 ?( {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) Z6 M# r G. \5 M1 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,
/ z8 E7 `1 P9 l, `* g4 l! Q# xHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 T+ _$ U/ B5 KHow you tried to set them free, 3 D& g7 m s( t! @! l
They would not listen they're not listening still, / j9 u6 q9 r9 g+ g0 K4 E$ E" Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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