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- k+ r3 F, w* N' l# WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : D8 r0 I8 k$ ~' p6 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " }) ^, a7 g5 O* ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 i9 i" H9 `: T) F+ u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 \5 ~( `( r! w _6 b9 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# v: H: c+ G: P& W, w0 n
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ [8 i: Q+ c3 C6 SHow you tried to set them free,
8 ^8 o4 k9 e6 {+ h( q+ c6 d ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 |5 }, K. O! |6 S7 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 p/ _7 N( i, o' ]8 I! A2 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 F7 A/ _2 L) F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' z! B j4 }' x8 v; O2 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( u! w J; o3 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 n4 N9 o7 u6 M5 a3 S( x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 m! _' }) O3 R1 P) ?, AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / s2 o2 }: b+ k# O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: u7 K$ _; S& l! x1 p- W& mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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k: O4 I* H6 M5 \8 {, zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 ~6 d) w( j( `" _5 S m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; N* i" E$ d) h- \% L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( ^4 ?: A: K( d4 {; JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. M* [# M1 K1 p: _- Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
k% a# c# M5 i6 d( I- D, o" \How you suffered for you sanity,
! J3 L$ M& K# p& o( y5 JHow you tried to set them free,
5 e4 |) c: `$ `" nThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) \: a( f2 Q8 @" o" Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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