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/ h) }0 B, K% `( F1 _& }- \9 o `$ t' iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % q* k: w F2 n" \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& ]& B; `) N2 N; t& ?' IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- `6 Y3 Y* H8 R. C% A4 O5 C9 Z- }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) I" j: W5 @- h* V* |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 W, o" V) G4 ~How you suffered for you sanity, 1 Y. _: k" Z1 D/ I
How you tried to set them free, R4 ^6 G; e W; ?* @" y! F6 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' `0 b: P. D. A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* b% `8 V: n0 g6 E, V% Z/ KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & n5 j% o( ?( J& ~! [- d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . g2 q0 X& w4 u. G% I1 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: @; {: Y6 o) f2 ?$ TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : f q0 K: E# @& {& k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, W# J- p2 k$ W8 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% B" \0 R! ~8 t7 j% P/ u( ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; p- H) T: B: D& O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 s1 {8 u3 g& { _! \+ K- SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 }" c5 M- q# k8 b( j2 B" QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , d5 W0 V# z- e4 v; v( `5 y! s1 e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 g% ~$ c. P6 ^& M& z" b& }! g* w7 c! bHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 _1 s9 T0 q: q) T+ ~How you tried to set them free,
$ X/ V5 c) S, H% W SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 E! X; b1 W- K& S" a9 A; M- F) NPerhaps they never will. |
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