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. a! x- {9 @6 @% c. xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; h9 y; Z2 J0 C" Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 S# m& [$ [4 [ r, y/ bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, P9 `. J% y0 z+ j4 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 K+ k a- @' t0 _( iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, i& u' z5 `+ J5 U6 K& x
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 o! H- D! j* m: |0 w3 b% ^7 DHow you tried to set them free, * t$ A1 a" g/ C& F7 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' U N4 H; M0 n R% s+ ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 z. z# r7 [" T+ s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, i6 U& H- ?! W* D5 W# x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' Y2 @) D' e, N, N" X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 h$ V- w O& {: ^" X1 v/ c4 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* R% }. ], c6 }( G) RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" o1 X! b, o; B# SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- O$ }) P3 G, n3 r+ \! C; @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" K! W B3 r" e' Q% P8 Y1 P1 H- PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + B$ P$ ]+ C, m% I* s7 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 H6 R$ y) m+ K1 d" [9 JThe 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, ) Y7 Q: ~& E5 A# Y( F" s/ i
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ g8 f. g- E. iHow you tried to set them free,
* F/ u+ O, w( y' F6 s. VThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 W5 U' o4 b7 U* y% {$ E' H
Perhaps they never will. |
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