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; f! c2 Z: w+ j: Z; }: UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 E4 |$ V( C6 ?; u4 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ G! `, h, @" Y( X% sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' w& J6 o/ R& c8 T: y: _% b7 e2 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. r! s( _3 p1 g; W+ R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 e7 _( w# v9 X0 _, c5 R+ x1 T
How you suffered for you sanity, ! G* k5 b$ M6 b$ m7 u6 k9 u. S
How you tried to set them free,
Q7 w1 `# _& m0 V3 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
E, {& v# x$ t4 @5 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 H) J9 J& E( [' T4 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & W3 o& @; `1 Z" v! `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) q8 C8 M7 s1 H. OWeathered 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, ' m s ?; Z" N& |/ q0 K* Z: _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 h S* c2 w. h1 C7 ]3 o! q. X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" r+ \6 z* i2 {But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 s, I$ V( l+ Y9 m% o+ s3 X* u; qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 j% C* p& C( f& `% F5 bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ y& e( [% M( k2 b+ r' l* C- eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 b7 i- X3 z4 d' ]6 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! o, g( x0 ?- Y* e$ w6 P; h4 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 h5 Z: G- K& R/ l1 V! {5 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % [, d) s1 y/ r# r8 q- ~
How you suffered for you sanity,: T( N9 L3 p9 O# |
How you tried to set them free, * j. F1 P0 D6 Z6 l8 T& U# |& O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
N1 w4 X: D ~& G& }Perhaps they never will. |
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