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# R3 N. Y2 P& N q. ~4 u# I& L& CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " K: I3 \4 x1 C `7 ~0 J- r5 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 f0 t6 U* c* O bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 Y* a) O. B% `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 [% y2 X& w- \) S# e* G2 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# T" u5 ], Q! k/ o+ h, g
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ b3 t6 p5 o" d! j0 THow you tried to set them free,
3 F8 T. Q* o* k4 k8 R3 l) p$ F: |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % C0 z; j% J& ^* L8 d0 M2 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 X7 Z# v6 T- v, u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' Y2 N# B. o, M7 a- P5 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , E; j9 \, k1 d, Z# U5 \9 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 f2 }0 D( \! z2 L0 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 z* K; a& X+ {9 u, b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - h' _+ `: d% B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 G* |0 r; D8 ~$ `7 e6 Y$ JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 Z/ R0 {$ f4 E1 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : S$ q& J2 X, g" V) k/ U0 Q \
+ c$ E' H$ j5 a; P: zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 I6 Z% T3 y. @! _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! K; _& x: X j, C7 E5 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; q( Z, s6 Y- A' G pThe 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, % [/ K$ Z' E5 D" g' A. z
How you suffered for you sanity,' V7 M3 H8 ]" n) ^1 D! \
How you tried to set them free, ' N9 a. U! c4 H5 r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 J1 O" Z! g2 N2 J7 E) O0 RPerhaps they never will. |
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