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' i1 W! u& H3 M9 E1 P2 C! x. OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , A; _& _9 P9 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& y; M( N: n1 n6 f+ p/ n0 W; BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& c3 Y/ B8 W! ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) T6 K0 R( G6 a! f; H, g; wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 R$ F C2 \0 b% c: A4 h) zHow you suffered for you sanity,
; r2 r t0 i2 {/ ^How you tried to set them free, 6 I9 c3 e0 U) s" q3 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . ]7 l' t* r t( e1 U$ o+ o* ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
l: d& c I/ W5 x: ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* o6 n* v) ?: E. E( c8 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' [3 `" W+ v3 w9 t0 j& T" {9 O+ D
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,
& K+ \7 P% E% |* ^$ _* _ \# cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 G" g! T3 Z7 }8 Z& B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: E3 H. q# ?! L0 ^But I could have told you, Vincent,
# u3 B( a6 }5 ~9 a0 }# m- dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 n. r P! w% a1 c5 Q# ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# W, y I* Y# Q& jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : Y. v8 S% f# k
The 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, 5 n( q X0 {5 t: u! P) h
How you suffered for you sanity,
. u& M: F3 m, ^# u; N* b, w6 UHow you tried to set them free, 1 S! n6 A2 j0 ~0 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 z: q$ E- X: H6 E' }Perhaps they never will. |
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