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5 ^2 }( D- B, v7 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ]3 A# L: b1 i: ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 E+ ]& S6 C/ B* }& M5 N, m+ jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# u" y# h& T+ F" N: l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 Y/ j# C: w- t; _( nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" `; \$ D% h/ o2 y* AHow you suffered for you sanity,
, V$ x% U" b5 ~( W1 @2 q) E- Q8 cHow you tried to set them free,
2 j5 b+ c2 p8 C1 |- |+ e! @* E1 R4 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 L3 ]3 h5 v0 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
K) `3 ?5 t$ l. `( a7 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( y$ G' b8 J: n& K8 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # j+ K/ P% B* Q: p9 L: \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; m! Y6 D2 e% j5 l# c! @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' z8 n/ {9 T. Q2 p8 @! [) P ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ `- c4 ~( O. g: Y K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 N5 T; M7 y% l% H
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; M* j, k8 R( \5 d2 F' W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. {% S, }1 f' n: _2 }) aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& s4 z4 Y# {& P0 I/ |. F# }) H/ l3 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 ~/ f) N8 Q G4 `: H" G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# {- q4 g2 `6 G0 F) z3 \% QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ K) t8 X8 e4 \; | h) _) i. mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 o* I5 U9 w" P! k6 Z9 e& [( cHow you suffered for you sanity,
, h7 u0 z" I% T: A0 PHow you tried to set them free,
1 u: @& s- g* sThey would not listen they're not listening still, / c1 y6 S0 f/ O( [
Perhaps they never will. |
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