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9 K6 F; |- c6 i4 l/ HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 c2 a" M! w- Q$ s. `) D3 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 m" X7 W m o2 ~# H0 G* a- |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' `& }0 K' }& Q7 O! \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& ?" ^% p* P; t' W) a! aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 r, z/ w7 D* U* R H
How you suffered for you sanity, # t8 u; q9 T& s) U( o
How you tried to set them free, 3 u4 E; v- Z6 t0 t* G# ]: e! |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 s6 g/ _! m8 b) J/ O6 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 w; r; O! a6 e* m6 ?: S* s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, _ L, b3 w7 G p- ^- BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. d; O- m/ F" {, M% @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, ' b9 G' s3 q! F9 N; x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ e5 |4 i j6 k0 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% |" ^2 V' { ^ v5 ~" Q6 _But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 c# ?' Q `) I- Z. F9 ]' s+ FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ^, u! e; N* e5 F4 h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 w" ]! A1 V0 A2 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & H! b6 g5 C) c) d* F& G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " U) i# m4 h9 _: P" s0 n9 j+ j4 M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 K* _* C+ ]" R/ Y: ]. A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 l2 c# E3 ?" c( E# z5 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
! \* b, x+ n! ZHow you tried to set them free, 1 |; P6 G' Y0 M# T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 z* h5 S! x: K, vPerhaps they never will. |
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