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* v5 A: o2 F2 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; r7 c q/ @% t6 G* y+ ~: H. rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 O8 B. c$ Z8 y+ Q! ~; [/ F! F$ j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: f* R1 @) p/ y" |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - R: Y, P" r) D( }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 ]4 u1 O& B2 h% ?' U ]8 C& O
How you suffered for you sanity, ) ^( F$ y+ o: P3 x# H9 @7 Q
How you tried to set them free,
2 [8 p; Y U7 } c n: D, A" xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( ]! k. M- X. c1 S" j" hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- q9 i# i1 |' i2 r7 T; HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# x; o* @$ \# b6 T: d* JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " E B; q3 d6 Q v: [
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,
+ d7 O, V* n, o$ DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' c8 F. b8 b7 g! Z% T# ?/ sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 H$ I! O0 u0 J, U7 IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( M* d% r" Y$ E/ eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 V9 |/ @! v8 S1 t! y+ OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * S8 P( u8 @1 o1 s6 A) `( N# ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) r2 ?. D7 n o0 b3 M9 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' ~$ W m) w. ]. H4 v. P5 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 n( b' A6 U( M6 X2 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 T0 u7 V6 X, ~; z4 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ v$ @4 z; @# w" h' h# [How you tried to set them free, 0 u% L" p& v* R+ j/ f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# V* B0 L+ }$ I8 ^, t+ aPerhaps they never will. |
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