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! z! V" Q, H# \' K$ [. b; U+ a7 mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 O& e& X& Q$ P: i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 d% _7 M% t- W$ C4 G) PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( m1 F' T. p/ s1 Q' P4 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 ~4 \. ~$ b; I: ]( \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 T6 j' e4 S+ H7 h) N7 Y* |; @How you suffered for you sanity, $ H: I( {; _) ?+ l$ `
How you tried to set them free, . v# [$ M3 g% m. l3 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- G# u5 b% O. `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( @" q3 ^4 u ^. i, Z! `9 \0 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 ]/ Y. H* ]& c& QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 `7 K3 E1 b+ }, p1 m& R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * D4 ?8 {. `0 }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 w, [9 n, E3 ?% uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 w5 ^5 p# A/ d" ?' m5 J. B7 vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 l4 T+ `% N/ g% f) ]. M' v" {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 i* h5 C" Z$ T! q) F! CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ e( o, k9 {8 b0 j$ ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) B9 _2 l/ Q) z. r: X# FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 n+ r4 h$ m" M! s3 B+ B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- j- ^1 P/ l- F8 W' b! Z. IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . k, ]$ d' [: ]! T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " N6 _2 D0 T& z) Z! T8 W( F% ?
How you suffered for you sanity,7 V a: m7 N2 z6 A
How you tried to set them free, ) Z) c, \/ _0 N* q+ M
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 N; f+ n& h1 [! `$ \
Perhaps they never will. |
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