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+ T8 \! _/ R' l" i1 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : Z. z% I7 S/ e6 H+ t4 k4 G7 W' e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , c5 h a- f' @' J/ q7 J; j7 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 h4 |& s( E- p. X& V) L4 h* [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " q* x) o* o1 o9 Y6 M: n {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) C' c; p- H0 A% F# T# a# ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
# H. _0 C2 q M3 U3 G3 IHow you tried to set them free,
; x8 g4 i' M( Q# l2 t6 s0 ?! NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 @! _ l% F9 @! w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' }; |) b/ A W `$ m: B: E1 H7 @1 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ C3 i. r% P8 D1 V$ ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! M. j( x: R! Q0 I6 n/ B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 e2 H8 \! \* Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" A6 T: O5 G2 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & i) {/ F8 ~$ G% }4 p) j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* }* J# B4 Y' NBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; f5 V# z: j- ~& R0 [8 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 S% q* x+ i. d2 L4 }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : ?5 ?/ J1 C2 D p" A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 B5 |, k* f: _. L5 n3 v9 j: g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ L2 r( R9 R+ ^# q, j# e- B/ i6 DThe 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, 4 F$ s6 q: N( q4 q% I% s. @
How you suffered for you sanity,
) j; D# R2 |3 r0 _8 EHow you tried to set them free, & I5 J- e5 B6 x; I- G0 ?! y: K
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) S& S1 x8 s" P* s1 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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