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, ?7 C) ~5 E& d0 \+ ^0 s6 { V' @" l4 B9 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" q6 \9 O. E _8 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; u7 y$ K1 F9 O8 F9 v! Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 |# |/ {5 F2 t0 O# YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 F f2 x% Y1 _; J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ N2 W& G0 W: ?& j, B# m
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 L% N+ ^ F1 V4 Q) K* O" @4 C1 k0 }How you tried to set them free,
" I2 |5 m1 P' s- _$ \2 }% NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 F8 ^2 N7 B; |, A' sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 e1 t& m! r4 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" U! }- B( `& z* V' w. q4 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . o4 X% g3 m: I, o _0 I& 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,
5 l- A) X% \2 a/ Y5 C% iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , S/ a: i' \& K5 x! K$ c8 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( U" n1 l3 `5 `' K% K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! {) @6 w6 W9 T0 g& T; }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" B' \$ m$ T3 @4 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* W% J- C5 k( l1 t0 Z3 C. n% p" R" O/ @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 O* d. M6 j; x% O/ `* `1 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( b; {9 z0 ]5 H8 x9 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ \7 f8 f" O! `( uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 E3 _1 I% {9 \. ^+ `6 Y+ Q+ CHow you suffered for you sanity,
% _1 ?6 Q" e7 B+ l+ EHow you tried to set them free, 1 b0 I F& z8 ]$ X7 W0 H, [
They would not listen they're not listening still, * @* }* x7 T" h/ T: h. M6 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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