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$ ~/ o8 {' m/ E b& X$ N* c- UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 q" b" A6 \* i5 @7 C8 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " D6 @) q8 e4 g9 X8 C; Q4 h# t; v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' c. J+ k( O/ o7 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 q* X) m8 O# L- _7 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* c: C6 v/ I, o
How you suffered for you sanity, " ?7 U; J( o# n0 ?6 t5 X2 W/ O
How you tried to set them free,
3 n {6 H3 N3 i- U. [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 `( P" h7 W, G6 s0 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! L+ p& U- a! F$ G3 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * F2 @ y8 _ }1 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' [. n' E) E: \$ g- w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; Y; o) O0 E. e0 B& E. pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' Z. p" d: J! s6 [" k0 y0 {- a1 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . L- ]7 r( |- e/ H( \; U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 m! r9 r0 Y! F4 sBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) Q$ Q# J! I, o, x4 T s4 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( u, G4 s4 S2 ^/ U v I* {: EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 Y1 R9 }1 {) FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, L8 C# J, I1 O a: rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) a- n% f8 G$ GThe 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, / w( C7 G+ `6 {9 I7 w% l# X: a* W
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 \6 E; Y% D2 N$ ]: I/ p/ JHow you tried to set them free,
3 z% t! C+ G u+ X3 y+ x+ B1 _They would not listen they're not listening still,
& T- W$ A2 r. u$ W, h& T- dPerhaps they never will. |
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