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' h) ~$ a0 `' _) sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + V0 k) x$ l+ b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( S+ z Z4 z3 n3 K2 q/ m" uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! ?2 }: G+ Z1 K a, |5 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " \: ]6 P! u( v7 w+ [+ D. Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 K3 w; v& i) V* ?# Q7 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 T0 G7 ]8 @+ l F7 u8 b4 k$ QHow you tried to set them free, . t v! B7 f6 O4 X6 ^3 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - q3 A7 B) v6 i$ Z! c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 B2 j& N% ~4 R) vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ z6 d1 J f) }( g# m9 @" M3 A3 ~4 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 V: a; ]7 e, m0 P) B9 G# H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . p# {) k+ y8 e- _+ f5 J4 z
* o7 F8 N1 u' n7 `+ l8 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! _7 \) L: |) F- [5 {# ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ }4 x, T- o' N* v* Z9 d. EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / H5 N4 [0 U( r7 a0 P [8 \3 s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% T4 r7 P7 ~' v2 J: tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 K \" L0 P+ b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 Q% `. |) i! \ P( e8 ?. q& [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( p: { G' O! \9 g& u ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ~' p) p8 j$ fThe 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, ( a2 M, H' ?' E: u; W
How you suffered for you sanity,! A8 n# B3 H. J0 w
How you tried to set them free,
9 R# H0 x2 E9 c. ~) b# bThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 O. p, v2 e/ T0 B1 X: S
Perhaps they never will. |
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