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g. m1 {5 H3 P* q+ H" qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % Q3 ?' }6 J5 w+ F- K- _4 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 D- ?; O+ {: `; s8 {( N- ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* A( Q3 V, j5 H3 X/ v& M% K2 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 t6 O3 s( L! B/ p6 ]$ k: J- w& h1 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," {# k4 A/ t! K5 }, C k& _0 O @
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ A5 |! U* S( m% w2 O& XHow you tried to set them free, ( H9 k# h7 E2 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 X( N9 s, t- c/ l$ @8 v& TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ v/ O8 n4 ~! _0 t( e$ U$ ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 ]+ q" L0 O$ _& ]. ]+ g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ E8 k- m# R' BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , [ _ s3 I, O) r1 I$ S7 ?) P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- g) |) z; u! E/ PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 O2 ?/ I* L; C* vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! Y1 @- x5 M2 I& x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 K1 L H& T. C* `. R0 Z3 p1 m2 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 `7 ?1 E! u* q# Y- t: y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! L0 `9 `. T9 ~! y/ W2 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + ~/ [& B, ~. ^ ?& h; V0 r& J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Z* Y7 C: Z4 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* s- d7 T9 a w: } Y$ ~# ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 h& p0 \7 {" y! O" N) L# kHow you tried to set them free, # L# `! B3 M' R& B6 U3 l- [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 a( T4 J- z( @1 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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