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. [/ z% ?5 |" K; K; rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 U% d9 Y2 I- H2 ]! B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 t) D4 y, M6 N% \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 m0 W5 M: G: {; T6 m2 n k5 d$ ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 j4 @% {1 {5 J& z% }* Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- O# z' [' |( _4 X
How you suffered for you sanity, & u: q6 l6 `0 J/ n4 `
How you tried to set them free,
3 X4 t6 I" p) K! W; }. bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " p/ [$ e2 q/ d: {7 p3 A) Z2 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 M, \! Y5 `9 y% \8 R1 Q, H) M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% ^+ V' @1 E2 k# S h z# J; aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' }7 a9 Q" ]/ g- O1 P' m% x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 X" Z7 e. d- ^: MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ H5 u" S3 o4 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) c. `1 A0 W4 r2 V1 [7 o" r) L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ b& z1 t2 J; \7 WBut I could have told you, Vincent, % f9 p+ g7 P- `, l: ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # d) b$ t( R+ D: O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 @" C; ^* t, r' g) s: G, h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 A$ k4 P1 E8 W7 |% Y$ R- C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ l; s4 Q' i( U" _& LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. D) s$ w+ E6 O; B! UHow you suffered for you sanity,# V' N) s- k* H
How you tried to set them free,
/ M; n4 Z; E" x9 I/ t" O% yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 @$ ^, _2 R4 z8 t2 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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