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, k; ]# s. \0 [1 f/ C: o9 M0 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * O6 v5 ]; b! X9 X& D" u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % V7 _" u: a, S2 H# t4 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- Q& E, Y9 X8 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ k; F+ H+ ]6 l+ z5 t- [# b; V3 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% m, N1 ] h6 c8 [2 @How you suffered for you sanity,
' Z# G0 p/ `/ P, {How you tried to set them free,
6 c5 a0 v1 |: `" p, \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( d5 V. ?2 F, Y. vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . V0 L( Q. ^& W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : ?, D" p% _( c" {2 @6 x- ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 I2 a3 p0 `) X& P4 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) k C: Q- z4 ], h- i% e% I* }
) b* q8 x6 j4 L: e9 }3 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ K3 S& I+ l8 \. A* }+ [3 Q |+ sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 {) l2 Q {; `, z5 I* D+ R2 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , X0 Y6 R0 M6 `& u# M6 f3 a* [! X
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; g' j* L$ [8 U# a, \! v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * _5 b8 d" n+ V; w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) s* l) e" K, ~' b; V& {4 y6 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ S6 b- ]0 n2 S- Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 D- {# n4 v6 x8 d! o5 o" n2 Y% L- o" BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& b9 {/ r0 s" X* BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - H, r! K1 Q/ E2 W8 I2 w' L
How you suffered for you sanity,
# H0 @) U7 V# l! s' ^3 PHow you tried to set them free, 8 ]2 g+ F, M2 r( b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* l& x5 l! D) r8 X$ |, o" E& FPerhaps they never will. |
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