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. a+ U2 o2 \# gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( l9 U+ a; r2 K8 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " ~& k/ ?3 Z2 t5 C1 [7 r; O t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, H! d( x* g f1 X% i; S# nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; V; h! e3 U1 k, h" q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( }, H A! i- F! f) W$ f% n
How you suffered for you sanity, $ q) `- r5 N& O0 K% m$ p
How you tried to set them free,
; b) t+ n \+ t. ^+ B( [8 u. TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) m3 a$ ?! E# p+ Z/ e; IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : S1 R+ L6 q: _7 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ x* x3 D% y! f/ v1 y' M. A/ HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ E/ P6 m) q- J* ^. Z D9 DWeathered 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,
2 ^0 p+ T: m( i/ x' {- fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 @: p1 L* u" X* s/ JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! ^+ o c. B* X2 GBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 D: D- B, A: J* [5 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! V& ^8 b+ k; v) z5 t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' Y" H$ a3 s! W1 x6 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 s/ L( h; K* `$ dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 X# C* u& e) t: i" M! K. rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' C8 }/ M7 r4 E F4 N5 C+ R2 K. w; B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 ^, `+ o' r0 l1 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
: K3 r7 Q3 D* m/ vHow you tried to set them free,
2 ]& V) E3 {8 c( }; t# ^0 X! S$ \They would not listen they're not listening still,
" M, h' ^' W2 n6 s5 U! RPerhaps they never will. |
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