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; V4 `9 Q7 @* q: @( rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 I0 L6 A& V9 s/ Z4 e5 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; m2 c' D9 {' |7 VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) }. c F0 i1 `3 L( @$ u# bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " N$ z t! Q8 s8 t: }5 i" S! \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- m5 I- K) G( N4 Z# H! U! kHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ R/ E1 a* `* F# L6 t) @9 U6 ?: aHow you tried to set them free,
9 k. Z. g$ `1 k( o: B# DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, o6 Q# X5 t% K; m; q6 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 Y6 V% n W) t; D6 bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* a) ]" y I( y0 j3 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, K* O/ u5 {7 M# v1 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 Y5 u H2 M6 C: S. k* @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 ]; ]$ o! @1 Z. E/ h# yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , p3 G- ~4 p# Z1 x, t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " W- ? m, F2 f, c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, y9 v% v9 Z+ @# B" ]! gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . \+ S* v% p+ ^% A) p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 }6 Y6 D/ N8 Q/ x! C: e; q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 k/ P" V# o' X( d9 s$ h* C' v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 V; C1 q9 l: P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; \! f) x7 [. W# M5 M8 hHow you suffered for you sanity,% n2 `2 |- _6 w4 v
How you tried to set them free, 7 D9 A* l4 I0 i2 L. l- X8 @4 \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 s. I4 F# p8 ]9 I( y2 k7 _Perhaps they never will. |
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