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& l- `- i0 A8 `. c8 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& W$ B1 S! |: lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) k& R4 l, M/ G5 A4 t2 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. z+ b3 [& [8 j% `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + w6 L% {& v! l" b. h8 F, Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& F: q# \( X; K- zHow you suffered for you sanity, $ e; I. I! \4 I/ o! `7 Y
How you tried to set them free, . w5 {0 b2 |" l9 `& |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 H. M6 B; e+ tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 A) u) D7 F8 w8 X$ q$ J) X: P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, q! H' b! b. m* K- `1 ?* |# w4 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " ]. w* O+ {, |/ j0 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , x) V' w. u; h0 N) u, r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# s+ G9 Q9 R; n% `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
^/ ?, d: m7 {, r& R" G! `6 e; s- wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! ]. Z# Y" V* a" B; D% {, ~# PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 ?9 d! l4 G" C8 @8 I$ }/ zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! h1 a- A0 c1 @4 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 P u2 q4 U. HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, T) J3 r3 F+ h- l0 x7 J1 K% w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . K) ?$ Z1 G$ R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; J) E3 w3 \1 U) [; v' P dHow you suffered for you sanity,) Y6 u! ^1 Q! K1 |3 M T( v
How you tried to set them free, - G2 |' ^: |! b- R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ R6 B+ r! K0 u" f8 pPerhaps they never will. |
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