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4 |4 `; _( E. N% O3 n- x- GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & k, ?! V1 G; ?: j- H) ?( e% W# ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / H. j: i: x h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 }6 r1 o j; b9 T6 k. R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' J) r5 g# t& s, l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# V, j0 L; O l
How you suffered for you sanity,
- l' y% @7 S1 L; x7 s- {: ~5 `; Q- dHow you tried to set them free,
0 N; D V3 q( |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' H6 W' f6 a% L& S8 G2 z& W7 t& c. `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 a X1 G( B9 @8 m/ I1 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 W$ x: [3 ^1 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & _0 j! ]7 Q2 l) I+ O7 f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 j1 n& K) J: g; H% h- O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, P; g& y( w8 ^4 z" X( l$ ~" v d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( z* d/ W& u- t" o. O* l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 ^ ^7 | ^! G/ h5 |But I could have told you, Vincent, . G" `8 {" v( [0 I+ r! G9 f$ h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% Y/ r2 V2 o# F6 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) ^- K2 i b* T3 P) nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * j/ ~( O) P# u( I3 ?+ y8 T) i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & H* x% ]5 r+ r% o: {, W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " ^- C5 H% ^8 e0 }+ s/ \
How you suffered for you sanity, C- B9 d. T3 V6 p$ i: V
How you tried to set them free,
" }' Z" B' w' Y+ F/ }2 W$ aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" S6 ~, t" ]; A; }- P+ d8 B; b% ]Perhaps they never will. |
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