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" S0 C6 \: O5 B6 Z% WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, \: s5 `1 U! z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " g$ T, U# [" T& B" N- s, j' A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) w. w3 j, U0 ?/ d& `4 c. ~* a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 Z7 \, q5 X, B$ v" VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- \# u1 n" \7 O* P. R3 ?* hHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 T5 j+ _ U$ P1 N0 V
How you tried to set them free,
2 O9 v! m# @& p/ D+ F& P H) k$ GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, L' b( y4 g4 h# p/ {' tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % k" L5 Z+ q2 G. a8 m j J# E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, p. Y' ~7 q) X% o G1 h rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* G, y0 B+ a2 \( C8 `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, ( d" @/ {# a8 O% u5 a( [8 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. q8 z2 ]$ `9 c1 ]( ?: kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 S9 Q+ v, M+ ?! M% Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 g, E5 E- ]$ j" L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 _2 C! d- r, v+ D* I3 U' y* H G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" m2 \. _* C, C4 N& V, N. {- p* r0 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / ?, ~- W" }1 M1 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( I8 ]' I# ]" v7 E" MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 o+ @; I0 C- G* s1 v! INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 ~# `2 G1 o9 Y# W7 w) S, dHow you suffered for you sanity,4 D: m$ ]9 |. A5 s+ s. B6 o$ W
How you tried to set them free,
8 C" W9 Y( F& ` M/ c1 p0 j, ]They would not listen they're not listening still, - d# {! Q7 p0 S: `7 q8 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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