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4 P! x! n7 V. ?' H9 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ N& [. I$ w# u/ Y& Q2 {2 E5 D( J# eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 }/ R+ L/ {, S+ j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ y, ?' n7 X/ N' uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 l6 N( x3 ^, D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% c/ z: n' u/ F+ m) G! |
How you suffered for you sanity, " ?* \& C5 o( e2 D6 I
How you tried to set them free,
' K( I# Y7 s" Y1 `. t6 u* \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " _! C! O& j# L6 V2 h: v4 l7 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; T0 _* E( [# L( P! r. z, lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 ]1 P$ L! S! }+ s5 O7 N! O6 }2 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 Q# M! Z8 n. f z+ X9 uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 r! J% N7 S& L# {; mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 D; T4 n# e3 Q! E! F9 U! X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" c# X V1 F* h2 Z9 @" r- a1 i, rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! b, D9 E. X1 N7 _) SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" g5 r2 g0 l2 B# }8 g, v- cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 _; o' I5 s o, m5 j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - s/ \! y. p+ V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 j! K% o a0 O( ~) U7 {( e. q0 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) u2 W6 e/ X5 h4 S% i" rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 s2 x7 c" c) b: t! A( r! K1 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
( ^3 F' \3 B: [6 C' Q& zHow you tried to set them free,
9 M' q, g( H1 bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ x7 ]7 W4 _/ D# wPerhaps they never will. |
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