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# U f8 ^0 {7 S. T% a0 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % ~1 e: e9 T [5 C9 J h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 s; c$ \& ]$ U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 S6 |# j3 F& {$ A, o$ a4 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 ~, v: l! |7 V, D2 u. wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) Q4 k' M( X2 R8 z, c# R
How you suffered for you sanity,
: I+ A5 `6 d+ U) HHow you tried to set them free, 0 _' G! I; p7 f$ n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 _% ^1 v& m8 d( k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# V: ?: X6 |! XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 @! {/ n2 B9 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 t6 f3 N+ n0 W, c9 }4 _2 G$ CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 }# Y7 b9 q: e/ FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 K( @* J. ? X3 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& l1 K. x+ d4 |, x- @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" X$ ]9 L/ Z/ t$ h/ D/ @: G, wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' k: e* W% Y& T9 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. j8 \% x: y$ Y8 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : n' Q; A' D8 c" p0 `; k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, I% ?; i8 H. \, U8 @2 N+ U/ V* TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 y4 h; ?& S) B6 O1 a
, D3 s* o, |# z3 O) x* ?' lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 r5 u5 p" w4 a9 R1 D. X3 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ P; I2 c; K! ]5 {! [! F7 ?How you tried to set them free,
( Q9 a0 i% L7 y$ I' s+ p- W- @2 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 W! `( G" k! q3 DPerhaps they never will. |
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