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0 C1 B, h5 }0 `+ kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 u7 L1 k3 d" }: _( u! f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; D( r) u0 `, Z# q S6 ^$ J: K' a! Q, q7 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 e7 a- ]. j' F* Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " ^0 J# _* ~5 ]3 |) I; ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ W: g$ q+ q! c' s! wHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 _. ]' d( O- ?! {; j
How you tried to set them free, ! b& \' c V) v$ [( p2 k; L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 o5 O e# u$ `. S" iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 [, L9 Z# ?7 _5 z3 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 d8 r8 t( g' S8 {: xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : p# X: u6 N6 d5 |- L7 \0 C5 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 F0 t: B _! v# `0 c4 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; `( W& o0 h2 q& O: L, c; lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + e w: g9 \: u+ w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& @0 s( X; {% D/ F/ v! R* NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 g6 ]( [. R) F: e% j( {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) w. }0 u) y- T6 x u& \2 k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! |/ F& j0 D* l6 v: M% |$ W! c, OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
H" B' [$ a/ |1 M6 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " I! Y4 K* l4 K1 L7 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 Y9 D& P, I& Q( ]( l9 M8 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; ~. s) u5 x7 f( \3 P! ?How you suffered for you sanity,9 h2 k; E. N# A2 ^9 {
How you tried to set them free, : v& e, [# [; B- D
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' @6 m0 D, R2 c& m3 E, ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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