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" B! g5 S0 W' m( R+ V8 k% E4 P: k' hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' d; C" j: M. @9 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * r$ p) d2 z/ c% J2 b W7 ^7 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 @( `% C- b; I' H! g* }9 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 y8 h/ B$ W W7 u9 M* d( Y+ YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( P1 N; U5 A5 R$ A, k( T
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 L- h0 b4 B; M* ~" f
How you tried to set them free,
5 K7 I4 e. r& G FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 h; }5 f$ `, W4 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - v! N$ y8 U! \; c' }4 K( F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 Q2 k; |, f# g. n. P0 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 w/ M1 k5 k C5 a! hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ z( F8 S& Z9 }5 A! vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) u6 U5 P1 u( g# z: B! t O& O/ |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, n C3 r0 O- P0 E1 R7 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 N/ ]7 q' _) V7 }2 X9 A9 zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) W8 c/ W7 o3 S, z1 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 L$ V% N d. p% l/ e. R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, C- ]: S9 N5 E- B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( {) n5 }$ ^8 ~, j; CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 o& Y0 h$ _7 V3 `( H$ G1 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 F8 b: @) B: X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! g: M' Q& O3 x+ e% y6 w- jHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 S( m6 v1 r1 Y% P4 ~How you tried to set them free,
4 Y1 w/ J5 d' q ]' V+ bThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 s1 b+ z x* L5 K' B, S1 f
Perhaps they never will. |
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