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: \! j/ b$ T7 p5 B6 ~2 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ x' z5 R2 n( d9 h1 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : M" x7 m' \9 @6 J0 h. o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; I0 f) e- Z! Q& v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 j; \# W( D2 e' qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 T" d0 M2 @8 ^" N; C
How you suffered for you sanity,
. a8 @9 p& S3 F: ]$ k9 `How you tried to set them free,
" j3 _4 s# _/ R' W. ?7 j! CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 V. x4 ^" O2 u) H( }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 M) q# M& T2 z/ C9 b, k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 g: q4 ? A% ?% c2 L& D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 w$ e( M5 f: t' K+ Y2 K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 J6 |! r C$ G. e( V) gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , w4 a+ f5 [8 s" o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 l/ C/ b1 g+ h I0 Y( i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 @9 H4 Y8 }- B/ V. m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 A. f7 b/ J( Y& a5 o+ A9 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 p: A2 Z* R1 W2 n: U) ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & x9 ]: I& u6 z7 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' C: s- Z7 `" N6 ~2 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
i- f1 v+ u- J- W9 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# J- z; a7 L, L7 C; ^' ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' o4 ~' q7 n0 EHow you suffered for you sanity," u& C" H; c' c5 H, E: I
How you tried to set them free, 5 g8 j W9 ^6 M3 K3 I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) w8 V) h r" M4 V0 G" o5 s' RPerhaps they never will. |
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