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% ?5 o7 f8 C% x; e: l0 ?, i/ G' OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! a/ i# `2 d( r6 f$ ^, Z0 [+ jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( V( n H$ `; V" \, B q) H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
k6 m6 m* @, A0 m' ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) a. s: Q, N1 M" z y& N. INow I understand what you tried to say to me,# n* U4 o( t, j% E7 q1 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
# o0 t k( `( q- XHow you tried to set them free,
1 \; C1 Y0 F7 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& F. X6 g% m6 T5 _" s, ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 [- A" z) [8 ^* l' uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 o1 P7 y& E9 \2 p' Z+ }: {. S7 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " u2 V! A+ C9 } G7 i) C6 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& m+ L: L8 S. f/ C) BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( ^4 f# y) ?/ E/ G$ X0 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 J3 D4 a4 D$ v( H# X5 [! MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 b& E% ?/ X' a3 r7 f6 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, , T2 D3 a( G- W2 o. \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" k x J" x4 R' K2 h/ N' X, XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , n5 {6 O- ~# P# y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' G/ u$ D i1 x8 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 z! X+ i/ d8 k: f! \: k9 l7 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- q, s, U3 \2 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
P( m) S0 E [7 y& j* OHow you suffered for you sanity,
: \1 y- c7 |, t- Q. FHow you tried to set them free,
3 {3 s/ I# ~7 S3 S% i/ \They would not listen they're not listening still, ' q, T5 N; U Z( C8 C: c1 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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