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; B5 `- O1 _; f8 q/ uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- t- d! V! u! b5 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, o! d. }; X/ W4 j3 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: F* n, R% B YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: @3 D5 {8 d8 r1 B h* _, b$ BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 J% l- k& b4 j1 u, r$ j2 PHow you suffered for you sanity, ; C. K; H; i. c' I9 d( `7 W9 K
How you tried to set them free, 6 I+ X7 s o9 \. I4 B L& N* ^8 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 C8 l1 r w# a" eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; n! t- ]( c n4 q+ Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : d, a, B f; K% e. R% g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! H( X0 o9 @$ x8 @8 N, g& oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ h2 l6 J. e/ vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 B# U3 s: {* U! E9 u OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) D; d% e; U) ^( Y: c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % f: q$ P* H, z8 v* b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- \* `: n9 k7 w( j+ P7 Y! KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 t& J4 p* C4 w6 {- y/ i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 P" w- d4 a4 @! ] GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! g* W! T C9 U4 vThe 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,
0 ~0 ^0 d1 e$ s. I; H4 s2 S& m) S2 NHow you suffered for you sanity,2 ]( D/ E6 P3 {4 i. N4 _
How you tried to set them free,
: M- l1 z# k) [, F( TThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! a9 _$ u3 m; w4 o0 q0 {' z
Perhaps they never will. |
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