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% _" s6 ?3 Q$ _8 n: X+ wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ Z& q8 U, h; {6 P0 A/ ^& YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! y, y/ Q- z1 @/ m J& F7 x; FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ w# B+ G3 H, T6 k5 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / C/ Q- T. j' X0 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: Q$ k5 ?- h) c+ z
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 z0 {/ `# g. T, }/ k+ K* O2 WHow you tried to set them free,
+ ~5 i3 [5 z2 w8 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; E$ W, j T$ ]; |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 w; A1 z4 m6 u# M3 u9 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) G2 f4 ]; a) k* w. }: S2 _5 E: u) |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ G* J4 s( U# l1 g. ~# [6 WWeathered 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, % o" r' ~ J# s, T* j8 S+ M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- {9 H3 k; J! U1 N" eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' `1 M) r% X# U& Z" K. B: M4 Q OBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! }+ [- N. e' A1 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 D. }% U4 g$ V @9 }; C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ b T! \# v1 X0 T x' i, ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 M/ I) t. b0 H! p3 r6 `7 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % \, d/ { u. }. H4 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( ^/ {: a0 p, j3 ?4 c! n
How you suffered for you sanity,
! }9 M3 l7 j) oHow you tried to set them free, # F) A9 Y9 F, `5 B
They would not listen they're not listening still, / f! W b! V7 n1 f* Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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