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% z: y/ f: [) u2 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ Z" ]1 W, a7 U; tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! f" {- l8 j: C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ G/ j Y+ z4 ~5 ]3 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( B* i$ S1 M# F9 w" N+ mNow I understand what you tried to say to me, G! L$ }& Z0 |% g% }# V) s
How you suffered for you sanity, " Z; O# t8 }: Q- L( ~& a
How you tried to set them free,
" o# R$ H+ V' O+ \! CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * H0 r. N2 x. x5 ]' l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 m1 |9 `0 o0 @6 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( q/ \, L, L) c! X/ v8 o1 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + y2 d; I# K7 K- ?. A9 W* S' R& N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. o& {9 [- W/ p1 E+ E+ l
7 o' D' B- U: u; e" g" r& b9 s; CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, m" F' Z# q6 t: V5 ?* k" u: Z; o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 }3 v9 H- e, [( f7 t1 e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, s: g. Y0 l% P+ p; D) @4 z1 o' EBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( f3 h! y3 v; c8 y! Y5 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 e: n0 m3 @5 F% [- MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - i: b, g& C9 Q8 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 k9 n" ?- [2 C$ B; ^4 {# }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) e2 S2 a# G Y3 k# ?1 h; {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 M: T5 J8 {; M V$ jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) M" u# E1 R, ^' }9 cHow you suffered for you sanity,% g8 ]0 s* {9 \0 ^/ s6 a' P$ a9 A q
How you tried to set them free, ! _# s* C* g b+ a) p& e) L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* y0 S3 }" E+ \% TPerhaps they never will. |
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