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1 D4 s" R* \# z* x/ \! [! U: v' KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% s$ z, t! {$ L- ?5 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ z: ~ J6 x0 [- T& D) @& y. k9 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& O: a' S: n& |9 v7 N+ T5 \$ n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 u7 H% J8 }% X0 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 o! ], Z% p- Y- t7 Z Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ e7 `' v4 | k1 ?4 L( e$ [9 q4 fHow you tried to set them free,
+ t! w& ~9 R q& }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' o5 N7 q$ e, I' C6 e; bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 B! {% r$ q4 W* U/ ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; G: k8 f4 N% v* a9 ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. v( k& \' E% g+ xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 W/ \+ S! {: ~( B! IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' `- u% v3 J' c W7 t/ ]" L0 D8 r4 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( V9 i. |6 n/ e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: I6 I5 }* @+ o! gBut I could have told you, Vincent, & O6 j0 U$ u. f0 ^: w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 L( w% u) C( U: P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , S: w, q7 w6 [4 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( B. N. A8 Z4 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* r* u* b9 @1 u8 P. fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( j5 [5 }7 M! c/ V& `$ S6 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 ]& n }, L4 l. K: R6 a( V& E$ DHow you tried to set them free,
$ R* }: B9 X4 P l$ I% ^% ^$ G) IThey would not listen they're not listening still, # Q+ d' g( S5 G5 K' T K
Perhaps they never will. |
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