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2 R) G. H! f: L- q# `, G. p0 m/ eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 I- T9 G6 ^2 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " a. O! u4 U; @0 E- N8 L3 `- L; @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' O0 C3 K* b- D- v5 x0 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& r2 F. ~( g9 P* V" n2 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) ~; m$ [0 e# `# z m, F2 Z; n' jHow you suffered for you sanity, g v, r, @6 j& f4 t3 U
How you tried to set them free,
7 q+ p& Y( O- B3 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* n! P+ `. U& T( \ IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 Q, d2 W! Z8 {, B. m$ M' G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 l7 W/ X( c8 T/ N2 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" \$ b1 t: ?: o9 X( xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. N3 c$ l# D, g* z( ]+ U( \8 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + P, b; q, y) F" X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 l W! T" @* d0 p, S( L7 m; h8 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ H4 P" Z' S4 m( O- eBut I could have told you, Vincent, : z o. o9 o5 D3 V, S$ o$ D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " Y% H; W0 ~! s* |
1 ]! w Y d+ N' R! c, ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 h1 {* G! M1 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' m" Y* p: S- K$ [( ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( Z: l7 k F6 h" x* f/ zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" f+ r6 Q% z6 W* `2 ^' d [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" ^: s2 m7 D; o" f7 v7 v% jHow you suffered for you sanity,* ]3 I8 K4 d. b3 `7 n. W5 c
How you tried to set them free, ( g. V3 Q @1 V# c. H, o+ n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ i4 f# I8 _, i( Q/ l& ]- PPerhaps they never will. |
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