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: |9 b; q8 ]1 m. }" RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( {0 R" F. D. \/ s9 w0 t3 Q( |+ u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + R5 ~! f8 } a: m- I0 _9 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. E. Z/ Q# w. G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 k9 u5 `# ?: n4 J2 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 C/ W+ P( a1 a8 O6 W0 t# r9 {$ t" mHow you suffered for you sanity, : O; N! N6 G( F$ {, g
How you tried to set them free,
$ S. H! f% a- c; a$ gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% P& @. F# z/ @+ V: @3 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' I- a4 {2 m8 F. E1 f7 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* o! k L# r: |# |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( \6 u0 T5 F: a- P' M/ b) yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & l3 u* A9 T3 G+ j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 N; V+ e2 }/ @& e8 z7 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( n3 N6 Y; z: p- |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 G! C8 `& ?0 S* M3 }But I could have told you, Vincent, ! N- a3 F. h8 V$ o6 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . \3 P" ^1 m% z# g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- O* l6 k4 P# p- CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # U( I q" K. j4 I4 m1 m2 ^2 [& A N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 T) m5 |- T3 a ?, _1 b# N$ IThe 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,
" P3 V% R" z, ?% j2 L& JHow you suffered for you sanity,: R6 K, w" I g& ~
How you tried to set them free, 5 w( z" w6 K6 R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" V/ x' R0 c- ~; _) vPerhaps they never will. |
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