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" d7 ~7 {. ^& O1 D% GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' _$ R# c z6 i( {6 [ cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / w; L5 D7 e6 v, D7 E. `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 ]- i2 E$ s3 g Y% K0 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ G& ~* F) ?+ D9 y( CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 _/ b' A' j, C! h8 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 N1 ?( Y5 k$ ?" \* V% J% \( p9 `How you tried to set them free,
8 F% D9 H6 n, W" P% b3 c( ^! e' ~7 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + R1 X. K, p! a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ A1 z4 q2 w x6 {1 [2 r5 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " r# [; I7 H- q F. b( ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # c: o2 j) G: _$ ^+ d, Z3 t3 C( g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , v- K" ]2 C" A3 ?* }9 o- }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 }# X. p5 Q0 ]- D* s- ]+ hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - F* X( _* W6 g. W. v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % b$ j! K, W1 r, W% W' `& p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 D2 e2 G# m- }' a9 S0 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# B }' x5 k: oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 ?2 H: m$ p$ x7 c6 e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 _3 @5 `- J! w" G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & Z) x i9 L4 O! D4 p t% n/ \& G e: n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * k) n/ W8 l. Q Q1 \' l; Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, c- G" E' `" d, k% f4 _7 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 J0 W: t6 ^4 w' \- tHow you tried to set them free, $ a: f& e4 P3 Z2 m$ R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- i3 p5 \+ P/ l- e5 Y1 s7 [Perhaps they never will. |
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