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: U1 v9 |$ ^7 m0 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' Y! Q0 [& A( n% H* H- H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & d3 O# g& N7 M( U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! B5 n' C3 X0 |1 s' P( r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 l% ?% G/ O. y( kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ p" ~' Q e- q- d' KHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 o2 A3 H& F, Q6 ]
How you tried to set them free,
7 {7 ~! t! v( \/ FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. A: `/ K, j2 t4 {' @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 B" `* D5 B0 p# l- r v" t9 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 w9 Q U! i K7 q# J" i6 }) IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 v$ `# H. J, ? h' H' }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . b. b; b9 a, h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ H$ n3 s3 x5 S8 O7 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( h$ S- j/ n! YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " ~ }" w* _/ w) ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, . a% c/ j; ^+ Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ H; O' `( A( z. y0 `) g3 v9 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% C7 o2 i, P! ]. g9 `+ ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ l* h$ s0 G+ \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 h- e, @) l- o3 ~" e% _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: \' @1 }9 Q7 w$ ]+ ]) W) E# LHow you suffered for you sanity,
! l+ Y9 N! L5 D: m3 i7 }6 H- H' P& fHow you tried to set them free, ) B7 |- _2 D. ]2 l* z: }
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' Z0 b8 b1 i. }7 \ e, F
Perhaps they never will. |
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