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: ?9 Q. ~, W( T8 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 j; I1 r* ~' e( e" \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - k5 ]/ W0 p8 m+ u6 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 e6 k5 b+ s; S0 g' X, V: m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 `' Z$ a, ]/ a5 Z+ u+ \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. b9 b4 l# ~: K8 c1 K& rHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 W! t" m! V* A) J) e6 D, rHow you tried to set them free,
: X' ~4 ~$ C) \7 q- b" m4 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( R' ~4 F- A9 n5 x- f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 f- a2 X9 h) Z4 a9 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 q0 u* e7 s4 i" Q. b4 [& t4 J4 r# sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 U( z" t1 |" \5 O# K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - X; x+ X; q d, o1 a3 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 }8 F2 s. R4 j# cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! r$ H* {! Y3 m4 C0 J8 e
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( H3 f$ T8 e) Z- h7 w& l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# Q9 U0 g6 T% ~; {& @) gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% I5 o; i* C7 k+ `% UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" i) L5 Z. q$ \6 Q* U2 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ } ^7 \7 p1 g, H/ m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 O. A, v4 @( T5 R4 |3 ]( V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * y1 e; c5 O$ v4 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 K! K/ [/ F0 N7 j2 d! @; B' k1 ]8 aHow you tried to set them free,
8 q" T0 p# r$ g' U( sThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 {" A! P* u& f% r. L2 e& J9 i$ w0 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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