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) A3 h* g3 q2 N9 {) e, s: @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) Q8 l5 {0 r! t- _7 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 \( g$ v* d) {, |. R1 @& {- MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( r+ R) {6 ]# ^& S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ h C. G' ?) s2 }+ z! M+ a/ f: n, u. W& b/ BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- ?6 E8 _4 V6 u1 C' ZHow you suffered for you sanity, . ]% L+ s; o% K; u/ `
How you tried to set them free, 9 L7 q4 R' \3 N% C) e" j. D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 B* d$ N; ^+ p% ^7 e: S7 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 ]9 o) N: ?7 c) F, tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; S* L0 t2 L; k) ?$ |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % v6 ?" g8 \8 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / H2 `0 N' c1 N' l# u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - R! H. D8 c/ c9 i0 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: X9 y( f, o/ a' J; vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ J) {3 G" p; P' t# W# y5 W) QBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( C8 a% d, j' e8 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ Z S1 x" y0 ^' ~: hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' W2 T; l1 Q2 \" \( WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: X9 W0 w, P3 r' C# vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, y* i- R% k( d' SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 z' r8 j9 o$ S/ s
How you suffered for you sanity,
; H% ^# W( y7 B" ?. [, K$ g; \* wHow you tried to set them free, : h" z( f' I6 ~' k! c5 A D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 _. N; g0 q) M* Z' M% \3 rPerhaps they never will. |
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