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: _! o! @# Q& Z% x* _$ c. hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : j. O, s7 O0 C2 w" N5 Q: S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 F, q7 `% @ t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. ]6 Q3 K) g- W* nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- g! u, g8 {' m% aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 F, q6 J( D" f4 N( s
How you suffered for you sanity, , u3 A2 t9 M" D8 D- l5 F9 C
How you tried to set them free, - S; Q3 Q, Q- {! r7 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 d r( D* C9 T; h/ G( mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ w: b5 k$ ^9 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 g6 `+ v& J+ ?, [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" q& j' K: R! \9 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' F. I6 C& S1 _% r+ x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / o. h% O% Y: X0 D4 c3 K+ V' a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" Z# y# l/ e2 W0 Y" [You took your life as lovers ofter do, . v7 c5 \( }" B, k$ s) `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' U) X6 \+ P. n" U! V aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( T! [) v( b2 C* _* E2 O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 p5 P& a" w, H3 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! ]1 g! I2 \% o- A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 K6 Y2 v) ]6 ~. WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( d$ f# R: J. g& V: H& o7 K" oHow you suffered for you sanity,, b" u. Y B: G& V; @ {
How you tried to set them free,
! I. B. p) g- g' X M- MThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 f1 F/ H4 n5 f6 B% l
Perhaps they never will. |
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