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2 z: i+ g2 e0 }; O0 }' BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 `% x9 I2 h+ N2 G* ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
l6 [4 I: h2 K% T9 A; d% F" |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: c( q. j$ H- G6 }: OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + w7 k* p' x% f+ t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
]2 `0 [: M9 ~( Q. gHow you suffered for you sanity,
e" `; l8 F' g% N% |+ EHow you tried to set them free,
6 q+ m0 Z5 W0 `# G/ X( q2 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. F; _5 g2 D2 g; _3 Y( ]# q! a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 h0 v6 P2 J' N- C) Q% G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . e( d4 Q2 r1 j+ G3 o# B& |6 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 G# R; x: q2 {6 S2 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " o& A/ U) ^- N$ u& r
4 C% Z# k+ G0 W h M0 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; a2 B. ^; S' P" T4 f* Q7 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( C! \- a7 `+ y* C( K `/ VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 n0 D' f! W' |; m/ Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 z2 J8 p O* x) o/ ?0 P( ^$ b( Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 `3 T9 |. X* \" u6 O& V8 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % n" a9 |% ^2 a( _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / A+ Q1 F* Y, O9 U, J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 T, T- W% I: t8 S, V5 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # M/ a6 a7 t* m1 c: x$ p% U( c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 s" M; I$ ` J* O4 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
; w d: i" f# m S' r/ i2 [& y" WHow you tried to set them free,
9 c, }+ U: ^# t4 W+ k- v5 fThey would not listen they're not listening still, / c; j9 ~" _9 `* C* ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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