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6 k7 ^2 f8 `+ @5 ]+ H) Q0 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , o4 P! V, {1 a) E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 f6 \' w7 C V; r7 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) |2 ~6 G! E% A1 H. ]- u8 L# s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 G# C8 v9 r5 \) Z/ g7 i# y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 y7 _$ e; m; X+ n- {How you suffered for you sanity,
4 P8 n3 [) \: RHow you tried to set them free,
" P( i. h/ I7 F V' K" O( h. _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 w0 b7 A4 J( e: V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& H8 [* [. X) i6 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! h* T2 v3 M1 ?& A4 t+ a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! G* `, O0 v" z+ T$ C5 nWeathered 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,
4 O% B! u5 f7 U* @! s: L1 j4 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; p; D, y' t8 z8 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' F2 j P3 H: J0 `3 e3 {( IBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 D, W% H* {5 R2 C) ]/ P- X/ u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , \ n- z8 |3 o. [0 m3 E# o, N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % J% Y) F' m1 x* P% |8 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 O3 k' y* a4 I$ W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 D( b0 }! x* g2 ]- tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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X. I. Y/ y7 n' RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / }5 D, u+ k9 b) K$ i% ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ d. y' ~6 h4 a0 }How you tried to set them free, 3 Z. N# h7 [; m8 l, x% h
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ j) B9 Y* B8 o( @2 k" t5 ], x4 V0 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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