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5 P; ^; E5 o% k4 P) P2 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! n2 G- F* r, i+ y2 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , J$ }2 d" Y5 H# r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) A( W; R, a" a# x3 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& x9 S( _9 t: T! Z# q8 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: }. ~# R' p/ D! W! F
How you suffered for you sanity, $ i8 G' G1 }. ]
How you tried to set them free, & ^) C1 l) ?' V1 |! H( {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # D0 v/ A0 S+ b# d0 o# [: o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, C$ u2 H/ C6 Q4 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 \: ]# T2 Y* H6 n1 X% v4 H; q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & c1 _" W/ S: b* m+ r% F+ Z5 ^
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, 0 ] S6 t' ], ^2 I- n6 F6 P7 | Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 `5 |1 l8 |2 v6 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( h: F0 J* h! C6 _6 e8 r8 {1 `3 BBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ J7 L$ w& I& t6 f# ?) n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * B4 ^. M8 Y) n/ q' P( g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & g+ C( f$ O9 S" h2 c0 k: j+ ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . Y, k, W* W* k5 V9 s: d) H0 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" P+ Y: P$ o C2 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' N+ ~" m0 y j/ v0 v8 G: b& m, mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % T2 E) I b, z
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 }! A/ N5 U5 j( d6 xHow you tried to set them free, - t& u1 G/ | _' d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! _' Y0 `! }- U5 t6 y( k5 GPerhaps they never will. |
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