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) K1 n# G, ?6 j1 U# t1 K8 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 X) f# y/ Y, Q: eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! O) B- V2 v! r/ m9 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# k1 a% ~( o/ b- ]: J3 a4 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& `: S" ?2 D% F. v3 ~. jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ^# u6 D! M1 THow you suffered for you sanity, 4 o& Q6 |. s' O8 V4 A& l
How you tried to set them free,
9 \; H+ T; j, P; T5 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# W( W3 [( {* a6 h- o2 g mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . d5 v P6 q8 {1 E, j& H+ x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # Y7 _# T5 L2 w- N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ S4 G3 V$ v% M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 B) m4 Q4 Y- X7 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 C& P: O0 O% v$ \" `0 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! u# }8 j. N: r1 Y6 w* n3 ]* H$ z3 lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 x# Q- o5 w& K g! T7 [. IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ c. K0 J( N7 d% DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ k/ L! P' ~ |/ X1 A$ rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% O% @6 c) f" W4 ?5 g: AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 u" q3 `' p# h) J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, w3 B8 m( [9 g- ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + W; }' ?. Q4 ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & `# |! y8 e: R) m& z0 E
How you suffered for you sanity,3 g8 t0 [0 @7 ^- s8 D
How you tried to set them free,
% x! _' L% X2 H) I4 l7 D: HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, M9 l% ?& R. y- p5 }: l5 PPerhaps they never will. |
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