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* I2 d9 g9 }4 h) c [" RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ?7 b% ~: A: L5 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, G; J( E# ~: e3 m$ y% ?; Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 W4 ]2 G3 ?' W% e: w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / D' ^1 u' d% B3 Z# Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* h& ?" M+ y; p, A5 g/ \% b7 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
) H4 t5 h8 @ P( EHow you tried to set them free, 8 W' b- l5 t0 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % N4 a& }& s& q* a' N2 C: P# @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; [7 M2 I+ s5 v$ n* XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 T3 J5 z( |) ~0 w, ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) S. s) t1 d% P% aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( X3 i! Y R6 ^) R: T# L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 k |' S; J9 a/ m6 s( K- x j/ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# `" b) f1 B S9 Z+ [4 Y! ~# z& n/ |You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 j- b6 Z6 ~3 c8 b _) d% Z" b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* {+ ~ v, m! C# t1 R7 X$ R# L" j3 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* w; y6 L. ?5 w4 o$ tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 m6 s- I/ i* g3 Z0 T* uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 y( T( g0 S/ vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ j1 u* B+ S5 _& Z2 R- j8 fThe 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,
3 z# I) y1 q3 r0 J8 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
# I4 `, t$ I5 e& q4 L$ C2 g W8 HHow you tried to set them free,
. A) h+ m% x; t, WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ b3 l, [! C+ h4 MPerhaps they never will. |
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