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; _* @3 C) X: C0 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 c9 E3 ~: C/ F y: ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, J. T5 v( `/ N% w3 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 @! ^( J% t2 o J5 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 c* |8 V7 ~! M0 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& o$ Z" L: D/ A1 c) Y" `4 D# JHow you suffered for you sanity, ( d# d% Q2 F, q
How you tried to set them free, 3 q9 Q: J, N4 @: _1 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" M, k/ g( P8 Y1 u+ GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / ]! r8 {- K ?# U0 U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. i8 H6 l5 y! ?4 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 [# T; a6 A* r8 g" e3 `4 M. f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / S8 v4 \% @9 u7 I& e1 ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; ^9 m5 Y+ Y' H5 G$ G0 jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 d' Z6 f6 q- _/ _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 M: M4 l% B# r* M$ `, i' ?# SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 K3 ^5 `5 ?) O9 a& Y- f& E, QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : ?0 ~6 G$ K, i, R% }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) q0 z* k9 }1 J0 t+ Q0 Q$ D+ G# k3 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 ]; `# L4 ]9 j' e/ t8 B6 e1 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # p2 s% G3 ~9 q- N
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,
8 y( Z& Y1 ]9 `1 u0 j# X7 iHow you suffered for you sanity,7 v8 K8 G: w8 J" I/ O# P( R! n4 Y
How you tried to set them free,
" H+ K9 Z3 l+ x( i7 J2 aThey would not listen they're not listening still, , p" {; }+ e/ [7 X( u* x' A' J
Perhaps they never will. |
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