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/ z: n5 N' i1 Q0 j9 @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ k$ K% [0 \9 X T% ?. K" e& T- K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . G& N! B7 X$ N4 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ W$ l: X2 O# ^' v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # M8 J: [/ K' f$ [: J) H! J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" t) t& Q9 { U# c# RHow you suffered for you sanity,
, D# F d* ^6 I* f+ L, i0 zHow you tried to set them free, . i6 c% M' t4 `% C7 M$ A2 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) U& p4 O G/ F5 \, NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 K; D# C! n' pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ D" i* g3 Y4 Q: p( p9 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 W: U4 Q. V/ Q+ D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 o- ~! O' j. [( i T' @/ R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) [+ P: _3 A' A& ^. |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% d6 u+ @5 b3 f( bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- L+ |. S- e" VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 Q( r: z1 }+ O R7 z1 f8 ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! k: m" J6 v8 A% v% _7 |" U$ A# U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" N& J7 S; z" M! mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 T' z1 | p& y0 p/ z$ \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; e7 [3 Z/ U# U% l3 K' @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + i4 V p1 ?) I6 k' Y6 v9 f+ p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ g, R$ G/ q, Z* p6 cHow you suffered for you sanity,* c9 }1 o# ^4 F8 ^
How you tried to set them free, ( c- I' n+ \" q1 m3 d, C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" n6 P6 T( G( w! ~9 _6 mPerhaps they never will. |
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