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# \& z' N( ]7 G% KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' ]3 l6 S* ^" `8 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 q' b5 [" t+ P) }: zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) {: T3 X3 ~" l5 ?1 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% I9 E0 T8 m6 B. S8 y; r- l3 W( |! gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ X7 p2 M# y6 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 R; H9 w {9 F6 E$ Y; SHow you tried to set them free, , j! n; u# r: d5 U1 j9 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 j+ l) q. X% M7 ]5 @9 x0 }. zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " C! g8 G* r5 b* P8 R x6 Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . M) j! y9 S" G2 d$ O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + J' k1 B/ }7 ^0 c% f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; [/ D7 F0 h( t% @0 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & m; A4 X; k* d* ~' A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) B& u% K# A& M, GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & H* s1 T( O! G0 z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 C2 f8 k. @1 F* |$ _ L! |) b' O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 e# [' S3 ]* q& l5 d4 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% w0 N8 p8 z' [1 r4 Y8 T; P1 _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' H, x3 D* i1 T8 t+ O# q6 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 o- v! v5 m# g4 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( Y B3 p U; `0 R% f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 ]3 R' c4 `* H8 nHow you suffered for you sanity,; d) t- l9 z7 h) \; T ]
How you tried to set them free, ) S8 l1 i3 E; G% ]' w" b
They would not listen they're not listening still, : p4 }/ s7 X- J- s. [5 I; _
Perhaps they never will. |
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