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! Z i! V5 u% p ?; N9 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, S M4 i5 p1 c. M \, ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( c9 _5 U5 |' S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( _( C: }0 x7 l/ V+ @' QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) }' d1 e7 @8 t7 r; m& b+ |& O5 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( ]8 N( ]: b, l+ ^. v# e jHow you suffered for you sanity, ' ]) k/ B1 L R( y7 W2 j
How you tried to set them free, * L! ^' P+ R/ U$ b7 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # H) c0 _4 W6 a8 W4 ~. H3 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 p. e H: {* T& bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / J! t; `- R2 V( m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* m' t; \* x; W3 b# w- \( n5 VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 [4 t! t, ?7 \2 w- A" l
6 r' k2 Z' M; H. i5 l! ~1 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 x' c/ | A' O! G3 M, }" _* o6 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# k: K1 c. `' CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( U4 A1 `+ H, E" C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 q; `0 _, f5 ^9 T+ P2 {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ ^/ k. N1 Y% n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; z* m8 e% J4 g S0 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 l4 o- A, |- E) i# HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 S1 d2 F" j' T7 m. d+ g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 c& P8 ~" y3 K% `$ ~9 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
! J' T) h: _/ |# vHow you tried to set them free, - d0 _) s+ s: f
They would not listen they're not listening still, , b- l$ Y& }. b6 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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