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2 \) F7 y8 Z9 ] d6 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" X" j( B: J6 _4 Z; J* vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . m; V* C5 m) \, p d+ _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ d( {/ m, K z( I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; z2 G* O0 `$ n# [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ F/ {! U( ?7 i8 r; x% Q3 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
% p8 N" h- N8 O4 b' }7 h& \( |How you tried to set them free,
5 _* r& N* B M" N) K( fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " ?8 l+ h0 @5 ~! ~; H5 D8 x& u3 I* |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 a5 G6 F9 n& j! v" X" J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 y a0 m p0 [2 G; \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 M1 Y0 O+ C% XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 \( E/ Z1 s, t& h5 p$ l6 X
6 G9 l1 G5 k2 ~& }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 Y% |- H% u$ a: t5 h# k2 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' @. l& y2 B: u0 C; M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # \7 Q1 G3 o+ J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
s( t) U. P/ n" O6 H0 `* z* OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ a+ h$ H) @; A3 S, _; DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( \$ l. \. |6 h$ Z2 [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % p5 p. _: q% ]3 q" x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 p8 C- d3 q. @# W5 h' aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 e' A) A- l# x7 R3 i- UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ @: T! G; N4 ?* W% ^, h, FHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 y4 t8 c* u$ ?: C$ n( K# H. QHow you tried to set them free, # l' F# h: H7 F# w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 A* ]% v. \! s5 Y$ s1 u3 n+ ^7 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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