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, d( o8 k% N: Z5 k3 @) v& `7 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% g5 h; `! ?$ ~/ m `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 V( M. Q c) W, P0 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 Q% `0 q) R; I5 q% N. NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; w% }' `7 h. m L" e! Z3 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, v4 M( Q3 m$ G$ V, z- iHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ F* l8 i2 D( k! ~How you tried to set them free,
; S q, O9 `3 Z* L FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 L5 g- N5 ?" ^. v/ W/ `4 f' e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 I4 ^7 [" W" ]! H9 o ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : i7 t. h- \1 w% c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # E9 C) M" p# n. J$ {+ y8 `# |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! a3 a! I S7 ^! {7 ?, B( ^. b2 t/ o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ Q: Y: u7 S, X# @" Y# b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , T' K2 H4 a; e1 \0 @3 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 m+ g& |- x) eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# C% p* x0 ]0 A* tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " t9 [7 G: c4 h7 X- u
( n* s' F6 `$ FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, S( w$ V( C+ S7 W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% L7 Z- C3 s6 U+ S' h7 o8 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 U5 s; L; |3 v& S& X4 _5 |) G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % L2 {: z6 ~+ h. s1 F: `
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 f$ I5 t- l2 F* r1 j& b; D5 g0 NHow you tried to set them free, ; ?8 Z: u( E: l# {5 |! B& C5 ]8 l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) g9 z# g# r: `4 O" ePerhaps they never will. |
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