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/ z0 y9 Q# z# }" i6 d$ ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 i/ t" }4 R9 c% x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 O( e3 j a3 g1 b9 e9 I7 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 J, G4 b. ~) K5 u6 L1 o/ KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . f2 o9 D4 t' r' u ~0 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," `5 _" ^1 W6 }' P; i. }
How you suffered for you sanity, . @ v# s; G, Q0 L. b( G
How you tried to set them free, # l! o8 h' ~9 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / a: q# K# Z& c4 R* c/ {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 K9 l, Z# k% ~9 YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 t0 ]0 v L. J1 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 a) S0 [- e+ f. U3 g
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, . _. [, [% o* ^# a* y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! e. w! @) A' Z4 h, N& e7 U) dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ l5 S4 F. _8 J" ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 e3 P K+ t, W2 _( k; ]7 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 B! S# |# x1 C$ O5 A1 }6 C# E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ g$ i" X E! e0 H+ O( t: X/ R# nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 [8 @- K& u4 n8 z% Q6 g8 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, z+ S7 {9 O* X, H, QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 I8 ?5 f3 g6 f2 T( K, m5 A% g+ v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 M0 e" h/ _ Z8 C% l
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 ?+ L" _2 N( A: X jHow you tried to set them free,
. I3 h, I) S" m, i' H' B: CThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ U# v K0 O1 ~7 E- F/ f) g
Perhaps they never will. |
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