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9 i) o2 I# ^. ~2 e1 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% Y2 Q8 m. A- K; aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 t5 h2 u; \! S/ I" k0 ~; c% nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ C/ u; N- r0 T, Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - B& H0 P+ n1 u4 ?' |+ Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- k! E& L. x- F7 G, i
How you suffered for you sanity, C2 a3 ~ n7 W- t# d
How you tried to set them free, 9 [3 j) ?! T6 j/ M" T, O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 M$ w4 S" w5 O2 o* k9 e$ m% O* f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* {3 J0 b& L7 ~* K! m7 h1 f/ bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . a0 L0 e' [8 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & q! M: n1 z! {
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, . m5 L, h& S% K/ d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% g# M0 q- t1 V# G; U' dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 Z( y; X' p( B e# Y7 R7 D/ Y7 m+ pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ Y9 Z: E+ _. n1 @2 k- D' u7 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 f- N @3 _' v6 c9 ?3 v2 `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 l U% S2 K, m* h- J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ u6 _5 e- M- F5 U% pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! ?) \# K+ [' g) ^ V: d m
The 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, % A) [4 Q; y9 y# f2 V1 @% G& n
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 r U' L9 ?3 o0 M3 \$ zHow you tried to set them free,
3 _* u* Z0 H' F# ^0 s- nThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 _, O9 I2 ?, r0 K! s7 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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