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: ?6 x a1 O) V4 j2 G7 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " j8 O/ Y; @; \8 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' f/ G" b. r# Y7 s: V9 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) B9 N! D6 i# P' _7 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # H7 a! ?0 _ Q6 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 _; S4 ~! }2 D+ w$ |+ L' iHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 H$ \! P# L+ v2 k
How you tried to set them free,
% H, _8 A" u! l1 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! r/ o: Z# v! D; S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( ?$ M# E N6 [ a+ y- p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( d' K& A0 H/ _ j% LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- D; N8 p* n& p% ?# S/ H- eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" u T; M: L; J& d; h' V2 [( w- Z mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, c8 f/ Q, n, m% c: f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / x# U A7 ^3 i& z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' Z) m+ d) u0 f8 R+ k0 eBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 g9 p2 P$ ]8 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 p6 m% ~% L7 n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ n. n* W& ^# O* M; NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! P, z7 Y, P* Z% A0 Y5 M2 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 S6 Z8 N4 f ? R) E V& ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ y n( W2 b, l4 T/ _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# b A5 G% F- dHow you suffered for you sanity,( h# ^$ R" q: V+ _9 } m5 J
How you tried to set them free,
# l1 i( C# n' @8 G( }$ v- fThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 P, X2 K# _1 N( A1 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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