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. \( ^' D4 P) }3 p# O! cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - z2 M$ r' [& D# V" \7 S: e% \+ m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; \, ^* l- d7 P/ ~7 q2 H' nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 N( ~! F0 g! DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 @& M f o0 }. S) n0 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) F1 G/ A9 D/ kHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ ~/ w7 ^5 k6 RHow you tried to set them free,
$ S* o% F/ D2 k+ I4 X2 ]2 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 B, p% \1 K4 I3 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 ~/ f8 x% C2 @, {7 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % N0 H1 r: ?" F$ t5 s, m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) b/ m7 u3 c3 ~, Z8 p4 G' W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. g# R4 W) a6 g; }. S1 N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) ^: |1 i: v+ T5 o8 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
N- q5 p. ^5 n3 G* }$ {You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 h- s: q5 h! h+ }, q. d$ H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" ~/ D) e+ x$ }) gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 w, x* y, G5 ?8 N# L: AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ?3 T9 L4 J$ h* VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 M& I9 `, O% ]" ^) }3 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 E8 d$ i9 z9 _% K3 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. P- E5 Z; k' s' l5 F6 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 b* q; D) ?* U, W
How you suffered for you sanity,
( f8 F- o# n& y! n+ k! aHow you tried to set them free,
/ {6 K2 C! M) H* Y7 O1 L- GThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 `, A9 u* T/ z) }5 m; @. R
Perhaps they never will. |
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