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) O0 l. k9 g0 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 o+ k2 S( l, s) ~" ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
k5 X* @6 y4 p, E$ b3 ?! RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; |. x5 y/ B2 o7 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ P( i% L3 d4 \+ @1 @: t6 `$ BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 }8 ~" F& _/ Z2 V% a# O4 G, vHow you suffered for you sanity, ; U4 V8 v$ N6 m9 I6 n) v! Z. P
How you tried to set them free,
7 p5 A) g7 o; `1 X) k9 B/ U, NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : C* R/ l" u" h6 A7 F" M% ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 e& [# k4 B/ |3 ~* MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 Z% p/ c& P6 P# E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& z9 ^9 g' l+ i r/ ~( @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 H; ]* a N h0 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 x2 y7 o# q9 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' x* b a; c6 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
~: J9 t# K; ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 h. S5 @5 c0 A k K, U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* N5 T4 z2 C5 Q6 v2 B( U: ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( q1 ~1 Z* I* q D- }* i! t, A$ QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; i9 \1 m1 h1 l+ j1 g! vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. Y9 @; ~9 q9 \ ^. f" GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' N w$ f" r0 O7 ?* v( ?/ E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' p3 {9 E; K/ F6 U3 y1 o4 i7 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 Z* g2 i/ N5 ^) _9 ]' H, SHow you tried to set them free,
" B+ m4 ?3 g3 _) a1 gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 y7 D3 B4 t9 H" ]& w7 h3 X- mPerhaps they never will. |
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