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" f3 Z/ j1 d- M; l9 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 ~( O; }2 s7 l/ C s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . _2 m, j6 R* X& d& X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& \- O( q8 @: } hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( \, T5 P: g. \3 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) p, Q( d9 |0 A/ Y# E& S
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 {2 a6 z7 X* o* R& X, G
How you tried to set them free,
* O( E) B( W3 i- {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# }/ L+ V n' J1 Q! e6 M7 _0 v1 X; ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. I$ U( w& H: Z# f, B7 P/ tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 e$ l7 V' ]: q( U" d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! Z3 E9 k0 m* \3 w( J# F: _) WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ K h, C4 s |* g8 o8 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , Y. j% V, j) S2 k3 M# Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 ^/ N# X- k9 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 q% E0 H! r7 I* iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 ?4 K9 U' r) i9 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - \0 G" g: W5 D+ @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) k* O) m1 u! J$ ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 Q; I9 ~# k7 R' e/ }2 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 |8 c1 [0 N; n( n0 r+ T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 g. ~, \& [6 T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 f5 q. _, L x- s4 L6 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
! ~/ R/ R( J7 z [0 w* _How you tried to set them free,
8 V- D" i3 |; D7 p X+ DThey would not listen they're not listening still, / D- N4 \) K l# o7 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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