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: d; S; n: z4 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ f1 {; s9 ]0 S! @9 t5 N" G- LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( k3 n2 e z5 K' U8 d* M5 W! B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ J) a+ k! O/ mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- b1 i* j( }" XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 [2 j, j2 m/ B& \
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 u# D+ n" \$ \9 ^& l: [- M
How you tried to set them free,
0 D! }' A3 g% e5 UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , m& }. r2 L7 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 O4 F& {2 ~0 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
A. e- t' `, x2 c5 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) b) g$ A2 k% BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 ^8 O! E: y" |! P7 |5 q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & R% _; x ?. f* ?* L6 Q9 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' ^/ ~ ]9 ?# @6 K& g( t x2 F3 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 t6 y: L0 m' ~4 bBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 S2 {- P8 w" M% N# S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ F% H( f3 U8 ?" R8 E5 p7 Z% Q
% e& H% D9 ?' x! x+ |9 n' v( V& L4 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) h/ n/ F: P8 O3 R4 H6 g) f' c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) G: I4 E! R+ I0 O$ j! P: }1 H; uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; @3 }: c, ]9 P! l$ P2 kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 V- k6 p7 f: X5 _4 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' l1 ]6 d7 d. v; oHow you suffered for you sanity,
: w- m, G9 ^! V% ?5 _% F1 CHow you tried to set them free, / }8 y: N6 e; x
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! y) E ~, {; V1 T& a( [
Perhaps they never will. |
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