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2 h" x: v2 M2 L6 }& |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # Z6 T& i0 M9 X0 h4 ^9 z8 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' x: k) V0 }1 f2 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# t" s' ]8 w5 R8 A) b' z" v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 | R! ~- S. e$ P( ]* r2 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 }1 y) i, ^$ V( |9 h
How you suffered for you sanity, " t( e: z2 s& @
How you tried to set them free, , n3 c$ l" g6 X. T- }: f: ^2 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # u, Y7 L9 O. y- p- \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( j6 o( i1 [. QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " Z& d! t& R X6 F& l# _1 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) ` g7 h q, x* U' D( I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! L& k F8 N3 A1 u9 e
* f$ v/ ?$ Q1 H) d/ D1 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ ^9 B* @# D: W+ v4 X, R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . x% [9 H8 ~7 t) i; T5 S# I5 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 P3 I; S- ]: ^( ]( W0 hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" W7 N% T: O; n8 `. bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. D9 |) X7 B. J5 [* x8 Q; D' X8 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# ]& `7 d* d1 X+ ^& cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 u$ I8 c3 X& n! y5 H, uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 H7 j+ H8 \0 ~8 Q; F: X- E# [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ b" ?1 v9 ^ O+ `# n* R+ q1 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 B4 N2 z- A& V* uHow you tried to set them free, 6 c/ R3 e2 O' ~2 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- i+ I2 U$ Y% Y# H1 xPerhaps they never will. |
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