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/ Y! x& h1 K2 Q: ]* S' V) T' @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 @" u" m. D0 v5 e$ l" X6 Q/ V6 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ |5 y9 f z! R8 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 Q w# O% L0 {0 F' a/ S- c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - i. r' }3 @& y8 Z3 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, W) h. G9 ^' x5 Q$ t* A) f* j
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 H, }! X) K2 q1 n5 o& }$ r5 n+ pHow you tried to set them free,
' A* x$ |& U7 g1 d& gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. K5 d. L3 }" M/ ]1 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , P3 _( S' a" Z0 ?9 I) Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' B! b9 x5 P& K7 Y- h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
I) h. y9 d% u" u6 _# k/ gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 A3 r/ {0 F* @0 h2 C
/ Q1 ?# D" H9 E0 ]3 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 r) D1 o I# ?0 m: a! }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 \! d6 N5 K, @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, \' ?/ W9 @4 V* y- a ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, " M. o0 l* S6 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% V; S( W0 Q) u4 f- gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 S: q0 ?( L) A6 I' R/ ^ aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 x) J7 I/ [+ SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * f, L3 C# ~9 a5 k* f0 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : U6 |4 A7 b5 y' H" U
5 X/ M- ^; S ?. r. |& P" pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) V S |5 _6 e; y4 Z2 M( ]How you suffered for you sanity,
' Z6 d' t, x# X: h+ FHow you tried to set them free, - a: D3 j; B$ B+ Q4 [
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 a9 E' `9 p) P6 q# \
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