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. ?: S% Z' S/ y1 F. mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 w, a$ i. b% A% Z9 x( [4 J' l+ CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 C8 G5 |) R2 h3 s5 b" j: `, xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ C" B7 z0 K. D$ }/ ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 h% r. S$ f& D+ Q% N1 _5 ] Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ K; h- b1 ~( \- `+ H% i+ m
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 U9 n" M. r* G- }How you tried to set them free, " M" Q: D2 I, R0 _9 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " {# X* p$ q- j# J( _1 P4 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + w4 u2 I6 B, D/ K$ H" g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . b l- s0 s% M |, q) v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , I j# ?2 O$ ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. g" |% o) a2 |* ^ g8 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 B9 b3 X' y! j8 R: _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 g, ~0 {: {7 O) \9 d1 N7 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 ^: \7 V6 E, g" _5 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ h! S2 N. O& YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. m1 x! v t# g! [( X/ U, s1 q# }8 T
! u0 s1 O8 P9 W' i# p5 d: uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 U; F( R, l, a( rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + S& p t* F+ Z1 R$ F* ?& d7 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 f6 A3 V- K6 Y. ^5 I- Q" qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : k/ j6 h# t ?0 n9 J1 c N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : }$ Q7 f0 u6 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 F; X( z& k: vHow you tried to set them free,
5 ]' ?) ~$ m1 \1 i( [) rThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( z0 X" S# {6 @$ m9 c$ C
Perhaps they never will. |
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