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+ f& ]- g. Q) {+ H- v! V2 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, v# L; B% v1 b! t) ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 c" a. C6 b( C5 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 F) v. O, ?3 n7 Q7 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 v" j/ k6 c+ V# e) QNow I understand what you tried to say to me," Y; u5 c" d9 F M
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 Y3 g8 s+ @/ j d* \4 L0 \) k2 bHow you tried to set them free,
3 h# L! N; }$ v, f# QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 ^$ D- m/ j# D( S3 E( F0 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 Q6 B. ~" ?4 P+ v) s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, a, q+ P7 b7 x" W+ O7 V; K: P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 R/ k/ q. D( v5 N% } r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 s2 {. }) T; v7 \$ j# qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / s% x3 Y( I' x1 Z6 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, F0 I7 Y3 S, H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / a9 l# {; n# P5 r, A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! q4 H9 I: y0 u2 _+ _4 e3 ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ z) \/ Z( L! \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ e# C! q' U( j3 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * K' @: G0 e/ w# h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / n7 | H: R$ F6 v0 N: n# ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' |6 c" C+ X$ E$ t7 L4 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. q+ O9 P; \, C% |& r- uHow you suffered for you sanity,$ z9 C& S5 `- X6 Z9 y- Z0 W
How you tried to set them free,
- O1 h7 w" o# t. \+ K, p) o! NThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ y9 `/ t2 J0 x6 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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