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4 H" D) c5 i) _) [8 M: q( d6 b' \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / \) R% ?' Z, {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 ~6 `2 z- ]: u1 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 l' H9 m% O. [' T: p- {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " o1 |- S8 Q+ U+ i3 k, N! Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 o$ X9 @. \9 x6 y) p8 DHow you suffered for you sanity, " d' _9 ^$ F, n+ V8 n! _
How you tried to set them free, 5 `# ?& @. P! d( t: r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, \" `1 Z" M& t5 j& R$ NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 u6 O8 [& A2 ~7 \2 o) |# q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( q: H) `( ?0 i( V& ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * i7 E. \; K% l p: a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; ~# N! ]# f. P. y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" y8 v8 t w8 }! XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" y) A3 o7 x! k0 @- N7 `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# X& |: O9 a w3 ]But I could have told you, Vincent, & l& e& Z* j2 a# e6 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( [' ^) E0 Y' c6 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , p. }' s9 \% y0 N) u3 K$ u; H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; s1 Z! |2 C( M+ d; }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , v; _: l3 [- c/ {0 I) U# {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * ?/ w7 p/ M( \8 M1 x( i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 M+ O% G6 I$ k0 n( ]3 @
How you suffered for you sanity,& a5 g! r0 S' i, }
How you tried to set them free,
6 _7 A$ C$ T) ~/ J3 b+ FThey would not listen they're not listening still, * x: c8 p: _) z0 g( I3 Z- t
Perhaps they never will. |
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