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$ b2 l0 V: J/ g6 Z# `, I2 ]* BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " F* }- k+ F, n9 J' r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ [& @1 b$ v% {: U6 ]+ F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% Q2 U- l' y O& `* Z9 v; S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 T% M$ n" X4 U; p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* l0 k/ U% I# O$ P% P* n. ^
How you suffered for you sanity, % {( B/ a* z/ v/ W6 W
How you tried to set them free, 2 A2 e1 H' j- m! y' Q' i( n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 Q8 ~9 ~3 z& c) Z7 s8 x1 w: f- {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. [5 q: `6 h1 E! |/ F; [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / b( l6 ~: v8 c- P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 w _, j8 a' t' }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . F8 w$ q4 E* p: v! ^9 w }# i& ]% F, w1 L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 n' A3 w+ d" i: [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* i6 ^, {) y& \You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 U6 R- x* i& d# H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 A$ p5 X9 L, M& ]. bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( b' J2 D6 B" c- ~6 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
u! o: R- i8 l" FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( R, m6 x, f6 L+ x h! n$ {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 X( R; N, _1 I$ C {+ {. @1 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# T+ S( T" Q/ c D6 Q) zHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 F( O6 i9 B4 s6 zHow you tried to set them free,
0 Q$ R' l% {; }2 RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 [( p! R9 p; G$ RPerhaps they never will. |
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