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" X2 o( \2 \$ x/ Y w# TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 N2 q) P) s; } C8 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- ?: X/ W4 m9 n4 R$ r5 r7 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: Y% @9 o3 m4 ?+ o* |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # z1 j5 Q+ E/ u$ \5 G( _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' v/ ?( ]( w6 i- `# r) V$ B3 t/ a9 _How you suffered for you sanity,
, ?3 U5 a! t0 v+ \3 C4 cHow you tried to set them free, ( w9 b; t/ S* R4 C) P! y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) D; \* o; c- g( D+ b6 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ C" P% s0 w |; Q3 s& k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 g9 @) y) ]3 u% _- \7 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ T- ]8 X# ~. o& e- C# NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % m$ y: k4 X, X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 |' t$ u, N" D5 v" O! ~7 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 t! R" u2 ^. \% k" f( J! _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, J! H& g! k* F& D: EBut I could have told you, Vincent, : y* Q. X1 I* w1 j: a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) Z) @) t- e, v. d% l) nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , |$ q8 |6 @3 H1 B+ f4 v, S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) E5 }0 T7 x. D0 ^" QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) p7 m* h' W# Z( i' Y
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,
! i( E8 g! a4 @+ `How you suffered for you sanity,! F0 x9 K! v! {- e/ b/ J) ^
How you tried to set them free, 9 t" U3 P. Q N+ F/ a
They would not listen they're not listening still, : q0 V9 @5 m0 o+ w# m& F( q* A0 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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