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4 ^: a4 a: c- g, IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 A; a1 k9 {1 e6 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 B4 i0 e' c/ `. ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 B7 g( w' ^$ hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 e) w( f3 }+ @3 |/ G% b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 o/ t4 Z( w0 zHow you suffered for you sanity, ) }# v: X$ Y7 g: X9 g
How you tried to set them free, 0 h. H/ ?- M* X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& J* ]7 J9 Y0 q0 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 o. i1 j6 J5 P' q6 f$ t1 W- ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& y* d$ e0 @9 E: g4 m a" K8 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 `: X! o" U" r! \& ?5 {3 l' f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # _# g- `( P }5 W/ Y3 p+ e) d; r4 x% O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ u: ^" N( J* J8 M0 r9 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 s+ y4 j( E! B5 }You took your life as lovers ofter do, " s( p' A, { @! C2 G6 M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) I4 j* F3 }" u& SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 u T C: D: i. BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" N. ]& [' X! c$ K- hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ Y% {; |6 c' U: l7 f. `8 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; ~& \8 v+ Z! Z( S3 f; e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( t: T) J% [7 ~! w" N5 L/ a, _$ W1 [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , d, \; J r0 }+ G, b
How you suffered for you sanity,
" A7 n* I* f) {. B8 mHow you tried to set them free,
* @% z. v; B( r9 s+ dThey would not listen they're not listening still, : T0 w, d7 s% A
Perhaps they never will. |
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