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% n7 f; e8 C5 h. P0 k3 U9 ^! ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, H/ A0 u2 o- p6 M% |. [/ ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . @& u$ G' M; `: x+ ]! ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ @2 U0 j# l pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% ~3 q# t2 F. s/ r0 ]. H$ ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,# ]- n$ G1 M& E: A! ]1 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
* w2 ^& f! ?/ sHow you tried to set them free, ' q5 V1 |0 a D: V8 }7 P" P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - N! N" V( F2 W+ @6 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 \1 w) O- f& e) g5 Z& Y) |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ @8 w. ~' r( ^+ b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, _9 T& X. H6 P6 ^9 { ]. H vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 D3 c% l8 q3 B; _, CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' v! V& a, _* O$ EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + n/ D/ C" A9 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 Q% w7 [1 S* E |; L6 R' CBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; y! N L' j o) F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 q1 @* ]! g' H' eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 E& L z' v6 V4 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 J! _5 F9 Q8 q9 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " t- ?6 D& v+ ~- q; ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 H( b+ j+ g3 `2 H( j) tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 a0 n' N0 w- [2 Z! r
How you suffered for you sanity,! q9 D Y" ?( P' S: d* y
How you tried to set them free, . U1 E! T& Q" `! U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# F) a2 ^% l' N& HPerhaps they never will. |
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