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% M2 g4 C- p9 `) E- {" ]% QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 ?3 P G; J* j" e K, uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 z1 R2 z/ p, H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, k; l% w. ^1 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 t% M0 B5 K( N, ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 d4 i% I+ [2 Z$ iHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 P E$ p% W2 B- `" @# T4 q
How you tried to set them free,
! b' L8 O8 x: \# t& v8 D0 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - ?3 `* ^7 _$ z+ W" s- b( n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * \/ }- z2 R; W: e* d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . E I2 y( o% R& F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& ~$ |9 U% b( S) f. lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" b9 E Q" \: @9 k8 J8 [7 S1 x$ o; M& cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( }2 i; p% s1 J% X# k2 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 R, E9 Z- m9 r" c; h1 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ P) Z, k: b9 hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" f) {2 _" m" |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 l' J( L3 u1 t( [; M7 H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 q( ]6 I, T2 d Q( V# B% Z iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 ?% L7 j" T1 ^+ ?. n* D B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 b1 d" g3 Y/ U( kThe 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,
" ~9 T Y4 r) V! @5 @How you suffered for you sanity,! a0 `1 m/ P" U! t) T7 t$ Q9 T4 `
How you tried to set them free, : H" o3 d6 C2 X1 s
They would not listen they're not listening still, % ?' I6 s7 r% w% `
Perhaps they never will. |
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