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2 B6 Q- Q- K1 s" Q" aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) U+ R2 g. u( `8 H# s; |5 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 k( Z/ S1 v K8 u* b5 a( k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. S) d; b! O& u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! l9 b) ~' L- a7 ^- Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! P4 z* ? t3 D0 }. s
How you suffered for you sanity,
# ^# o- Z+ R) l; A' d/ HHow you tried to set them free, 5 `! S0 l2 B! _4 M' G, J" ]) {& G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * o9 R2 K: M' k7 [5 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & F3 _3 ]9 {% G3 N7 n9 Y) i: G! z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& s$ s0 U7 W7 M! W9 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: c- k+ s3 {: a4 l' i) J, }6 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 \, i4 I+ c; Z8 v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) N: A' C' F" G/ U7 Q7 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 n. t$ }+ d6 A! R6 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 {2 K2 x4 W* Y3 D' `; w; g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 K( t7 @0 e8 R+ b5 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 L2 I2 i- M' |- K mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & c1 \6 e) M9 p2 i* E; Q9 A. u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 y+ r# I2 t4 o+ G# w/ J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 u0 H2 ]* M- N( P2 b( |8 t# BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . I' w' }" W( n2 m$ _5 S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 h% Y- E: S. I
How you suffered for you sanity,
. p; Z6 i2 b* N" P: H, [. |How you tried to set them free, : G m3 ^5 y7 ~+ {2 }+ L
They would not listen they're not listening still, # ]: F2 s* {. M, q
Perhaps they never will. |
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