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6 I. b1 R9 z9 b+ W+ b0 f: c1 \7 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & ~' d+ o3 o! ?5 x6 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 Q1 @' y6 T/ F/ A( R1 M, pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 h! N1 Q3 z% @; B2 V. e3 b$ ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! U8 ~5 b0 f+ ?" V, INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 L2 v- y3 n0 e# {' PHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 Q& ~* I% K/ m$ gHow you tried to set them free, : X7 [* y( z. I! }) r" c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. [( K/ k8 c# d, o: y6 a8 Y4 d; l) t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 Q; ]5 Y7 D& L9 N0 }; H( w9 R5 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 v4 \7 k _- q8 I6 y( gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 r8 e. n/ R- ^0 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, ?& B" e9 p) n1 @3 K$ s% dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; |9 i( {5 _- l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 r7 {$ _+ N* F9 D, h* ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 g/ }8 x% Q/ Z& j- [& C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 p0 I5 y% Z q" N2 z. iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! w& ^8 R K1 `$ ~0 }: G: M5 W+ IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, c$ ?* ~. ~( J% w8 t3 k/ p3 ]4 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' [$ V7 k6 e+ a, ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 @5 n7 P# A4 K' v' j: W) D
( u% s9 n# w ]8 V# W! i6 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! U* k+ D! i* ~4 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 q( L7 I: \, F9 ~/ h+ N' ^How you tried to set them free,
& v* t- T+ F; Z$ x; o0 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; F% y' H3 ~! S7 F% b0 zPerhaps they never will. |
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