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8 q, G3 E! R% \" ~3 P1 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, \0 v+ K/ u; s) M6 x0 z8 l) R9 z OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 {0 L2 E+ L! Y$ A; cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 V0 a G i1 [- t0 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. a: l: k. ^0 R+ y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& j% o' u+ I" G# p; \: d# _How you suffered for you sanity,
' }8 i, v8 @ c) m0 A' ?How you tried to set them free,
: x) [) L2 j4 ~8 H: {7 y/ K4 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 U& z0 e8 F! f5 J W5 j ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( r: \, E# i# d& t+ L: g) y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 O1 s4 f2 @' y$ R5 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) |# o% M4 Q% b+ [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - f" {* {) e# T- _( N7 ~, Z# f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' `* o: D3 c$ i, J+ D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 R$ E" S! M" X4 v# h, IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : G: D8 i. f! l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 c C* p4 Q' f1 J$ \( q, o2 j/ W, q) bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 [: ^* S- u7 H E( F& t: }$ @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ^( X" p+ ^6 a! p0 e: d% h uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; i) x2 E. {, K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # z% q- l% R3 n
The 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,
& i0 @6 N) F6 f. _7 \6 HHow you suffered for you sanity,* O6 S6 A4 Z7 l8 _+ P9 d* L
How you tried to set them free, 0 E" y, O5 r1 ~3 S ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, + c! r2 t2 L( ^( }
Perhaps they never will. |
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