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/ {8 o- @ H( M& kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& r t. Y" f2 v$ Z7 J' Q, v. PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 D. T( c* e* {5 H9 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! v- X, l! N1 V; ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # E2 a M) c1 M' q" P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ F; p1 s/ O' i$ t$ d5 K
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 i( f" ]! v* u
How you tried to set them free,
# V8 A# e; w) LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % J# X6 ^$ p( ~# t; ]0 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 A: ~% C4 o8 ^. X/ T: y1 K2 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 P) {3 o) ]% ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " C: ~- u1 T7 \7 N5 j% ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * W" d% b2 d- t8 A" }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * \/ j+ }6 z) ?( z4 P0 p5 k) d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " H& }3 o* {; V& P1 V# ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 ~: y7 E8 [! v( i# J# _But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 T& o+ u! D- |+ M( C. r" gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 P3 Y; F- A" _" x( fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# e' X, a! T. M, T- z DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" ^2 _$ C# |# w3 e0 m0 ?4 `% |7 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ H; P. {0 L0 R3 P5 W3 q, k+ ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. |1 z/ Q% X+ R! P0 ~: P+ ?
8 I. ~4 c% s" c, V9 q# hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' D1 w; h: q9 i3 K0 N& P8 gHow you suffered for you sanity,% S8 J1 \' c, o' @0 q, j, p
How you tried to set them free,
& P+ {7 I& @. l; A5 _& IThey would not listen they're not listening still, F& b! c6 W N1 r; I% C$ f6 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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