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* \! Y0 W; ?; }2 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) z3 T2 ^) O9 o; t( \8 R9 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 I2 `) `" e% n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," [* U7 I8 e' F+ Y+ z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
M. M+ q2 Q& g9 q- i5 t. T JNow I understand what you tried to say to me," }- z& q, s& y$ T& T. S
How you suffered for you sanity, ( {. g" J( L$ t7 J1 i
How you tried to set them free, # }: i6 K- v# a2 i$ }# b& J x. D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 o1 t) M6 P2 w$ ~+ Y' jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! B( \- U! C3 |% \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 I2 C! K( x) Q/ S0 \% D% |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 o, c0 Y; _% b d5 U( r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 e3 H4 U: i6 ~7 l: L4 R6 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) M, a/ ?( w+ VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / C/ R! a1 b2 ]+ n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 M7 \! Y L+ {: PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) }* L* {+ {3 f- N) xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. o; w+ b; Z2 ]9 m1 v: ^- Y* GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . `0 J3 r- L$ M! ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - \5 W% ^) c2 D8 |% |2 U' p# B) q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) w) I2 i& v) m: ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 y; V6 d! O8 }7 i! x+ c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' r# ]9 m6 m$ c @How you suffered for you sanity,6 T3 q7 I( d) `% d# }
How you tried to set them free,
1 m. X! \+ i6 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# W; G% N7 E) P/ y9 _! vPerhaps they never will. |
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