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+ N; Z9 H. A8 o8 H9 @. Q( q* A% ~4 J3 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, N+ H) D1 K; T! Q X- D$ o) V" sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! b, T/ K _9 B$ u% RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," {5 a2 u9 `2 G$ y8 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % ?( j1 K, b' e+ J" @" b5 P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
x0 [3 _$ @) x9 m' n& Y* uHow you suffered for you sanity, : n8 w$ }4 S. \- x M; u
How you tried to set them free,
J/ f. Q) v. S6 b" iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. S( w6 K, {: w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) c% ]9 z$ P+ ~- {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ n8 O2 k- f: V J3 f/ I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" s+ _/ D# r, t5 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 B1 S- `9 a- P( |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 j5 Z0 q4 e; S' M |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ R* o* x4 t, U3 D$ fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 E' p" n0 V9 E0 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 E8 a1 ]6 _, C, i$ C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 F( ~$ u- y- }# n3 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! `# ? y) i3 H7 c8 \& V1 D" \* L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 r% O" d/ S5 R+ m- Y. }3 {The 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, ' A# _8 _. x+ W4 M' U9 ?5 s& \
How you suffered for you sanity,6 T3 n* J, s9 C" O# w z7 f# j& i
How you tried to set them free,
6 q8 |5 s8 z3 T/ g3 q n# Y2 gThey would not listen they're not listening still, + ^) C5 y# F( a- D( @
Perhaps they never will. |
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