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, x4 N' c' H/ E( e9 y: n% }2 s5 w/ qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ U. X8 [$ b; FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & w7 x$ Q" D7 g& i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 U- b) G, M* W, L1 A8 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. Q+ d# X; E3 S' i- E0 W. s+ MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ `& u7 k t2 G- j' aHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 Z m' q/ I7 H1 |& v! QHow you tried to set them free,
( F3 F5 x, @# V% i0 ^5 g. KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. T' p2 i% H+ c$ S- gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : A+ h8 I$ k8 y& u' M0 r4 l: }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% Q; C. |! \: Y' p# fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ W% g2 B1 H: Z! c, H1 F( h7 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 J- W9 _. r# F5 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 n) N/ N3 ]5 o. I* TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) U, ]& H* M) V) Y; A+ P0 _4 q y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 L8 N9 R0 Y/ {, E8 I) R$ P- eBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 J% k0 j) U1 T$ j4 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 _' |- i8 E/ ~3 W2 g9 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' r$ O4 \- O) D9 {: p1 ?' q+ N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 H, G* v* n2 Z: }1 G" m( SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 p' A/ {/ \. ]% n# c$ iHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ J- K( a0 K% T$ S) v8 I8 r" vHow you tried to set them free,
% \; W: P7 s, {5 S& \ o1 KThey would not listen they're not listening still, % `- d. N2 L/ U* h! M: j7 o, @
Perhaps they never will. |
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