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. A4 L3 c3 O) _# s! U5 s2 _ zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + M' T- c4 {$ A. a: q( d6 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) x+ L! Y% {; U# p' Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, n* J! Q$ m& A& b. n3 `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* ^3 ^+ |4 y# {8 T a2 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 \) a- I. i. }$ LHow you suffered for you sanity,
% i; R- ^$ p' f& w! k$ T% bHow you tried to set them free,
: R1 t8 E- V& W# D3 Y3 I. {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( ~( O4 E9 d) u$ Z! t y# A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. u3 \- j! \7 T7 ?' f2 T" o* ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , T; r; y% f4 x1 v# z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! }( M1 H2 o9 q6 l2 \) z! j/ gWeathered 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, 6 K& {' |0 l; m* a- j/ l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. p$ a# d6 w: T4 j }You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 y8 L3 U9 F2 F0 q+ I& s9 p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* x) v2 ~! J2 f$ `5 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" y/ i2 a* y8 k% R. k/ j) kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + P+ K8 R6 L* t8 F% t3 _% u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ w- g, `" U* S9 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' W; l) N7 J: v5 VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 e8 S8 P7 Z. ^0 i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 ?; V# u" d8 [5 D0 w7 n; \* Y
How you suffered for you sanity,: Q# R% A5 d+ j9 R! L$ A
How you tried to set them free,
) j4 {8 r1 @. A: S1 H' o. f% lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" C+ F% x* x( d2 LPerhaps they never will. |
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