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! {( c& V0 G' ]' _& s" R1 mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " Z% N& R+ b9 ~/ r' j, H. n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 f5 r. W, h3 W9 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( {! M6 D/ a; H% c: u; O1 W" j/ S9 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 c0 k$ l$ ^- }5 c# E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ q9 w6 P& Q: NHow you suffered for you sanity,
& N, U) F q; K& n( ]5 b: d/ `8 \How you tried to set them free,
0 n- J; k9 Q6 b; e7 G/ Y/ RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % n4 u5 \& ]8 W" G& J, F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' e0 E0 U) R" ~, lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; A3 H, b4 l& d; A( ^- `$ h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! F# ^7 a3 H; k& c+ x% GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 h2 V3 l) B2 i5 _, ?) z
2 b; n8 j, z: V% u% L% j: L- L. sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, y% i6 A# S/ g- E3 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 `5 T+ U( n$ U( ~* o! |5 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; E8 A$ Y4 f7 r) }2 D0 v! XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) i2 p6 _- K2 t5 Q/ l0 m8 e; WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " {& Q% X: q1 f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 t; ^( y1 Z$ }+ ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) a3 U2 V* {( U7 Q/ I; |% aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + K2 Z0 P3 ~: L# W; ^0 k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: T. h4 }- L* E4 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 w4 x1 U2 \7 u9 a! M+ W8 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
, `* l7 w7 L1 Y: IHow you tried to set them free,
{$ ?0 I" w; {7 f9 TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 @- O% m& X( t! H. ePerhaps they never will. |
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