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1 l' y9 N8 Y% i$ p1 [8 A( DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & O/ v7 G: U5 H9 P1 {/ N& c5 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 W8 n# {9 @0 Q( t* M. n: T, rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; X( l5 M# p. a6 O# QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, a+ q: C0 O* A0 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 Z$ \+ V* `$ L e3 N8 a, z
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 }1 I) {6 D9 H! m* P0 ^+ l4 T" yHow you tried to set them free,
& N$ e( l0 L' b5 r# {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , t( X, Z, ~+ {; ^ p* A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 D" e7 P/ C* |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 |0 v" b9 i' f9 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 v. `( l% }- q& ?9 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ H3 g6 k0 ]- o5 r) m; U% q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 p3 m5 F0 |6 i2 D; |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # O8 U, h2 ~1 }) A; X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " ~; M- ^8 T% A: O# u) K8 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' ?( q' f7 `6 u% w# U6 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 |; z+ _; Q' q0 i2 FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( j# n# h, ^% q& f' e3 G3 j3 L4 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 |4 X1 W% T" ?$ W8 R. ?% MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 e7 M. B3 G9 ^% s, _1 T1 hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % Y2 i: i X) ^; Q! {% t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 p3 V7 N7 O% u- | nHow you suffered for you sanity,( Q1 |' K) r7 [- o$ W
How you tried to set them free,
2 T. Y" E( O, J E, LThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( f' ~! f' s' V2 V( y8 J# C
Perhaps they never will. |
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