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$ J: r/ d. N5 t0 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 B: e' P* u9 [- Y9 r$ S2 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / e( ~! l5 o% B) g0 Y5 b* p8 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, j9 a1 u- p# r" e$ Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 g6 o; L' K: F' `' C0 F S! J. {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 \' ]1 }) c6 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
! L6 n+ C: m; K3 R+ t$ z+ w) JHow you tried to set them free, 2 [8 |' ~2 w5 k* D8 O4 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 T3 g+ h4 R4 j( l0 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( {) B+ v2 P A/ C* ~; Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 [, V+ ?6 R8 D, \: D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : u" z% ?. X4 ^* \4 Y
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, 5 T. S1 P8 ?9 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 Z- C6 G% Y8 I1 P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 m( A R* W# C' ^But I could have told you, Vincent,
- e: B. s2 y* ^' H8 s0 N" [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 Y0 j. W0 Y* w8 P1 w$ iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; U1 y/ n2 Q' U7 e; \6 k# Z% l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# g3 ^$ e0 l8 M3 mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( y Q0 ]6 W2 Y; }+ c# r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & C7 z; U0 J$ [) U! k
How you suffered for you sanity,) P e( ]; C* o
How you tried to set them free,
1 U8 q/ a! W, P5 l4 G- q& JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% L0 v, c2 r1 j9 }$ L, a& hPerhaps they never will. |
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