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& Q! H B: i( T0 t a8 `* {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' O7 @) V) D9 y+ ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 F, y8 y; D, {: S! h: V6 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 a: Z x* N9 A' VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 C' Q7 v$ N4 G0 B; n5 }8 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 \+ t. f3 Y" `& x+ a+ x' c1 x# {# ^How you suffered for you sanity,
l2 O0 b0 U$ z2 e* B$ r4 b# NHow you tried to set them free,
1 {, k; F' Y) X1 q" tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) J: e4 x* f* wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% _8 O- \8 N* _! }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' |0 z) m" m: f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 I; |9 {4 t) ?6 n7 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; ~4 W) q1 b5 L8 ^) yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, z3 k# Y9 T1 N R. yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 V+ ^' s, a: o6 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. c" c8 o. f& c0 }7 Z! DBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 G! R) c, O$ n* E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 N# h* i6 d: s5 R
{' [+ l. Z, u3 i( U. ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # o5 X1 V! Q7 W# \" s) Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . k+ {1 z: N2 ]& ^% j' r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% b- a7 h7 p6 r. X# m; t5 UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 b ~% t# W4 @/ y! }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 R' a! t1 j, i4 y: Y# LHow you suffered for you sanity,0 Z9 o+ M; a9 J! @
How you tried to set them free,
7 O5 k6 Z5 ~; h- r+ ^$ IThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 |. O( T+ x' U! p+ Z+ a
Perhaps they never will. |
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