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: P# _: f5 h/ Q. mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 q+ B9 }0 @6 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + `+ g m; D1 o: X1 Q2 M- o1 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ k& X8 |% c" m0 c. m6 q' N: C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . i' b' U: C. n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ ?- c4 d2 m ~$ O
How you suffered for you sanity, J. Z$ i# D5 @
How you tried to set them free, ; s; o9 R! e5 U* ]* Y+ r+ |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % A1 H. T5 r( D0 ^, P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / g; q1 G R4 Y; g i! G$ @+ F$ Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 I. Q; c+ ^% M, h. n! }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
x9 f7 E5 w( l8 U- X# _1 H% IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# @$ K- _8 {& D8 U m+ R$ d* FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / P6 {# D3 q/ o+ J r/ F( m8 E* a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( q' J3 r/ [8 `& K& R# e5 \
But I could have told you, Vincent, % k. e+ C) |+ Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. y' ~$ K ]! ~2 m" x
$ z# `; I4 S" j& B" Q. ]/ tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( w+ B3 T; Q+ m+ b( u9 e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 u# @: |- h- ^+ e4 v9 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 G8 h8 d% Z7 Q! a+ ?
The 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, 2 V8 ^, k6 Y) Q$ N5 T; p; J
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 I' S. S# N( C! `* ?. AHow you tried to set them free, 8 f8 i8 r. { ]- }3 n0 q+ @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 T* U6 c9 u. ~7 W1 W; O4 HPerhaps they never will. |
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