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% P5 A: g" ]% i3 ~0 R. E1 d6 @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 l; a8 \1 t$ T- e7 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 D& g( V4 F- E( u6 E4 K) bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' O9 T; P9 ]9 b+ o( r& YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % K* ` \) m. j1 t4 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 S9 q9 P1 f- _3 X. T. z3 [5 HHow you suffered for you sanity, + T0 O9 D% A: \) O# \
How you tried to set them free,
" Y; P# k' [- j' d" P0 Q* @1 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 d/ X% D. ^' O# @) J/ O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ a# B1 U0 Y7 F8 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 D4 l$ ]0 l( i& v) N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 o% a3 W; k( N7 F) R& A* V" G4 BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: Y; B) @( [4 v4 ` b0 g4 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 |) z+ n" ~9 S, Y0 |* r5 W3 w0 y6 _" u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ d! M% v9 _- K' kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- h# M7 z" m) N& m" r4 K! bBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; V1 q | Z8 M2 U' q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 p/ L8 t3 Z% S4 v0 e7 {* F
2 H, ~+ s# F7 z1 u- m* ^1 i/ n. V& m' aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 }0 h$ t5 @$ I% X4 J+ LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " f: d/ v( E) _) y6 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: \' F* G9 e! ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 T' e E6 Y5 E+ m. r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; i1 s* \1 F y! y( w9 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
# Z/ u# I& D# _$ pHow you tried to set them free, 6 Z' l0 F+ H) Z/ ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, v) @; l" |% [2 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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