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; D& _( J; V. } _: e5 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( g/ ~0 S; X: M p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! C/ j0 @: j: gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 l9 J* _! b V" DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 U" n: ^+ \+ P2 ]' X" bNow I understand what you tried to say to me, O# V, F* T7 J$ V
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 `0 {+ D. _; D# I/ GHow you tried to set them free, - K" o7 M) m$ B: ~, |6 [: v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) x$ b2 ^+ |' JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 L. q0 g" x% N9 m s+ ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , m- d8 `8 X8 |) p( g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- O% U9 y5 F2 f8 ~* |1 ^ xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 j7 x j( s/ P/ ?+ p: LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 H2 C* a& Y/ d$ hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 x6 h, m( g8 [/ T. m7 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 l: R/ P4 e2 k; ]0 I% iBut I could have told you, Vincent, % ~+ Q4 f1 u( |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : y' G6 W1 U; V8 }& j; P' Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ H; ?. Y: f+ Z) {! x2 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. W4 n5 _- V( m+ J! j6 D' o: E3 {/ NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 B% b h$ J& i$ y4 ]2 }" dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# {' J% S- A7 ?; u7 W8 }0 u9 y8 B; C' vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : |9 G% F6 y( X8 W+ g
How you suffered for you sanity,$ W4 p# J4 [ O2 M' f
How you tried to set them free, ; P5 ?! t( J$ _- a8 k7 q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 [/ d$ C" ?! c9 M+ Y8 hPerhaps they never will. |
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