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+ X- [/ g: q B) {) AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- W8 v3 P: H6 `6 h- NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / K5 `9 j0 s/ o5 a6 u( L7 Q! u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 F& y, F' p9 u, U6 z2 c8 {* q3 Q! W0 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 \1 w1 ~. u* \ x" x* y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 A% a6 k1 W5 y: p2 D9 S
How you suffered for you sanity, . u+ \: K+ R& r/ i- ?5 ^. _
How you tried to set them free,
1 S- o5 t, A" \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. y! |& D3 I' n2 a1 w: ^( X9 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, t, d; G# E: K/ I( [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ i) }: \4 o3 E$ b; S& k! W; Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( Z0 y$ J( {1 J- G r6 z: c
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, 4 c: p. t* k# E* V8 V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) n0 ~! u5 g! m/ {1 _You took your life as lovers ofter do, & T3 c3 _6 N0 a. `* r+ F+ ~$ E# x% A
But I could have told you, Vincent, " G+ \; ~/ ?2 ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ V( V0 z$ G, w$ N& S3 R0 \$ s- W! uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , U7 o0 i4 X, o6 X( M# d1 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 i; e% r% x! e: o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * Z) ?/ H5 b: F% o1 v
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, : W: q& ]+ u0 [9 S; I5 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 H" q+ i, R8 a, qHow you tried to set them free,
4 i/ h; l) q. ]( q7 aThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 |9 p+ F. w9 o/ Y4 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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