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& G4 Z9 k1 }* n! \, MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 m# J2 y1 ]6 k. K/ v0 ~6 F' `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : p, R. P* z: O g+ b& W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( G; ^( [2 I4 e3 k) k/ s" e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% T5 x. v% ~* T* C* I' MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ D3 y \; H o0 p; x+ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
E# }5 C* o7 M( a$ E9 {How you tried to set them free,
3 |& V) Y; T" K1 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " w' X; F8 f- Y/ v. K4 e# s9 J% y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( @0 O" i. L' e5 n5 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # A! I) ^) _8 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% T! [4 m" o& I9 @4 ?8 o8 vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 X9 [ N' M: ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 m/ j$ e( }/ i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" D% h0 K1 E. i( U' U1 j, a M3 V( TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 P: r/ ~: S$ W R a. z9 V/ wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: ]. W% e( {$ D: H5 W( j- fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * n- u5 x3 ?0 Q# X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ `6 B! A! ?2 [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* S& Q0 T: a7 ?+ H. X1 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 H2 L$ s) l+ f. n9 Q0 k! U VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ~+ G+ U. a9 p- n$ t
) O$ k4 y* Y9 n" C& lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' x! `" ]; }) W8 Q) k1 d6 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ e3 `4 W1 e9 gHow you tried to set them free, # I; U7 v* ]4 U+ M ^, [
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 H6 E- X5 g1 S- S
Perhaps they never will. |
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