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) f4 k2 d: A. D% |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 ?% b. i6 A( D: }- h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 t$ F8 D1 b1 b6 b5 o1 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 r2 |! o6 x# q" Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! v. K- k/ U$ o/ E# @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& U. W3 p j5 ^
How you suffered for you sanity, r( A' I; n, Z
How you tried to set them free,
) A6 @* ^4 R& j: x: K1 A1 H# SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 b3 K! D1 T s) l- x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 |7 @5 ?$ S: H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # E6 Q; {8 v! y% r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 }5 o' m" X3 [2 n. G& P. A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 z& U v1 @" _# U6 j+ m9 j. w% SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , |* A3 c4 g- h( y4 T2 r: p8 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 S8 a3 s; @) Z7 \2 Q0 b) v4 {; K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + u1 `3 y1 F. ^" @7 [5 J- ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* Q0 e( z3 `7 Z1 @6 X# qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 v: l" N+ b" ?; f- A. bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
~0 H: k6 n: o+ l7 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 A( Z$ }* |% s3 I8 l/ t6 d6 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 J6 F+ Q2 E. N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; o o7 d6 w X- p0 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. K2 f( _4 |) o! L8 [; QHow you suffered for you sanity,
. \! Q( J: U2 S7 b/ X: {, R" u% o9 T3 cHow you tried to set them free,
! v/ n1 g9 E9 O- n5 q% m2 BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 M2 A0 t0 X$ `, oPerhaps they never will. |
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