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( b" B. u2 V7 J2 h1 t, PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, Q* F6 _+ \; F% {( `/ o# {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, p! N; {4 j1 V; k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 ~$ n* \' V8 w, O# s$ DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( a% o; Z. s, U; p+ p5 M; PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# v( N0 Y, k3 u7 G4 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ X+ C* @5 v2 ~8 ^( u0 ]How you tried to set them free, ' o6 D$ M. t3 t% M* }8 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; U4 Y# H q( }+ o! v7 t* O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; t0 }- D; w' V6 t gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# X9 T) J. S$ r4 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " C: s0 u1 P/ q) v5 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 F. _9 Y& Z$ a$ q. t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 J& T4 H( T. U0 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 m A; T( g' {0 r1 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " ]+ [$ J% o9 m" f( z- w# ~, s
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 Q3 T5 l' b7 \; v5 T* j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% |( k" t) j8 R9 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% @9 R% I3 {" F: L O, S0 a3 @: V2 h; pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / k+ B: J2 R" K# r Q* A( C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 _! a' P8 ~" C0 LThe 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, 5 p' [2 @! ~8 l C0 Y3 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 \2 d8 G$ n. J( b8 v8 p2 CHow you tried to set them free, 5 ?5 v+ K" D- ?3 Q, D( y: `, \
They would not listen they're not listening still, # H9 e1 y! _6 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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