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% J7 l6 a1 w8 W% z v. eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 D! s* b$ r- O0 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 P- [$ Y( H; l9 N0 ]1 K9 T4 Y+ G" d9 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. T; Y8 d; @' _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 o: U* N2 b- |: m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% o# O) _/ k7 z# m9 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ K3 ?* m$ G. bHow you tried to set them free,
/ w8 K* O1 ^* WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ G: I4 Q, p2 r: Z" U5 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 v Q# m+ z- L1 f2 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: ^/ d5 c. [5 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 l, c% D, X8 Z; A
Weathered 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,
9 X3 X d" [' eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: g5 F5 g" h; m$ p4 `9 x$ @" ^ s5 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 h; G! ~- R0 b5 a- |
But I could have told you, Vincent, " b9 i! a4 k6 v8 Y5 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 l' L- \) Y7 `4 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! X, h. ]9 \) Z$ _" i* a7 C. T' m4 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & o* Z3 v: K0 K( x' @3 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : h- u# c" o$ V J, O! g8 o! i; ~
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,
8 ?3 P! O7 H! G# i, o/ n1 wHow you suffered for you sanity,: ?* a! g; x; L# ~: H8 j
How you tried to set them free,
8 l; @, N/ M# o. h1 SThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' \0 R" p* J, F0 C O7 ^& K( {
Perhaps they never will. |
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