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# s# r1 F8 I8 p. I0 }: b2 X2 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 z0 ^, g7 x; ]( _6 e1 o+ P, MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. M+ }# ~- {" B( e" m7 n$ V bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- Y! v: R! |" t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! M4 i0 }" d, B' o8 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- J# V D' M/ d
How you suffered for you sanity, : i4 [; b" f) i
How you tried to set them free, ! p1 U3 z3 h# w1 q: t/ p/ [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 J z9 z: ? w( i$ Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ R3 p5 f; Q! k7 V, V. \+ `9 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 v% p% |& P5 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! S C& p' W8 B5 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - u7 |/ m. Z+ ?* s
6 r; n% ~' v" dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! N }7 u8 x2 _: C0 E4 U/ sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 J9 R$ X4 A2 Y- {You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 @0 p+ t& Z" R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( a; |( z+ p _; H H. L2 b6 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 A W. P* T, q2 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& L0 I9 c- [. k, S# I/ g1 U, QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; _, Z& s# \ @2 }4 _' N' P0 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 q2 T, }" y" \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ o. V# l4 S+ Q) X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 ^! U- D* G/ I
How you suffered for you sanity,
- T' Q8 ]* L0 q4 S; BHow you tried to set them free, ) T3 @- Y6 E! Q' o$ o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 C e: W; O% W: Q- c% f
Perhaps they never will. |
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