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' z: F9 D4 F$ \/ R9 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, R" H0 z, ~7 W- d+ KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + F }' h+ z$ b" A$ u4 h v5 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* J7 t ~! B1 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# j1 k; l5 j b1 T& K7 h* DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 ^$ R* {, x# _" B( l3 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
- }+ d( `, ^, o% K, |/ MHow you tried to set them free,
* r& _# ^$ }$ c$ s1 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & a8 K/ n$ \: u! m( T, M; d) ?/ Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( T; m9 l* w( T; t. i+ |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, v, [! U, h9 m; l0 x6 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 C/ A+ c, r1 P. T' }" E. PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ ?! @- {$ i* Q' RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# ~5 Q3 Q5 y( U! u$ ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* X2 m( s3 B0 Y4 E8 m* ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 U% E' {0 z. H/ PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ z1 Q6 w- j# p6 [2 ^9 ]4 x: @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 U3 q; A+ d; ^- NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 z/ s$ C( ?" Y; {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 y# a; b ]8 t3 x+ K) G9 c$ m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, \* N/ _+ r& }) y$ X+ _1 T) W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : U1 Z- h, v% f+ `
; Z" D8 }- T; Q$ @7 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 v0 Z# y! |) F) W, h6 [
How you suffered for you sanity,% E4 j2 T- W* J4 b; i- U0 C
How you tried to set them free, * W7 o9 j5 f4 _' H+ k( d
They would not listen they're not listening still, q9 I; K' X, O9 P+ i# y8 r# w+ I
Perhaps they never will. |
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