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6 Y4 K/ P/ W. ]- p0 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ \7 t* `+ N8 r- |* XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ q0 _6 L* N6 F6 Z/ |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 n i. ]3 W+ v1 _7 n, R6 v& w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # k2 x/ ^% h4 Q5 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 I2 O$ O1 L: D2 @/ o: s; lHow you suffered for you sanity,
t( [/ T1 l F9 ?How you tried to set them free,
2 `/ \* P2 r$ g! AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, H* }5 ~+ B4 _' c$ e* iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 Z6 R t( W Q" rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % |, Z: W' `, i5 L W& n/ u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) t: D5 J0 @6 B. f8 r, nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- K6 S, v# L. F7 G# C/ x' [4 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 T7 l5 {0 K4 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # A% V4 a3 E; e5 j* b; ~* o; h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! ?$ ?# I! g% ]7 F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 t7 {7 K2 X$ d9 {2 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 F! k D3 K: ^4 R4 b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , n/ |8 w7 J+ R& Q9 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 |9 a% c9 I5 K5 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / ~( _, y2 w# {, ~# \8 [1 ^! H- ]& e1 [* l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* i) E" `# d6 d- QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, {; y- w; |. K7 a4 _. }2 iHow you suffered for you sanity,7 [, X8 J' K" \3 Q
How you tried to set them free,
, [- W# I, @" X" ?% pThey would not listen they're not listening still, # c2 X8 ` Y6 a7 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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