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; o4 S; ?( } }; `, f! d7 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) M; ?! _! b. ]( M+ OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 b T+ ^2 Z, r( kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ c, g; q9 Q. x8 ~5 [3 A& O7 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 B/ d4 `; Y6 G2 Z* }/ V, I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 \ U6 V+ L- o3 \0 t, }2 l! rHow you suffered for you sanity, % j4 x; H& E# x6 n
How you tried to set them free,
% e; l7 O. S, B- P+ D, S! mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . O4 H* a* {2 a ^! S# N1 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! B. b- p' Y5 e; ?1 y* }; jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ C# P2 s. ~3 R; B, H8 D1 d9 T. _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , {7 U `& x4 F& u! _, J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # n$ q6 l7 _* N1 l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 I3 K! j" L3 d7 t. }' ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 u5 z7 _ T3 v# k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 T% A1 C& {! _! ?3 c4 OBut I could have told you, Vincent, # s! ?' S* ?' d; x* S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - f ?3 V* r+ K( H+ v+ q8 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 Y# P2 Z3 B" e: _ u, \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! m6 k. U) y: ], ]0 E X C* p. |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % `( n, }5 i$ @3 t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # }* q! U' F' n+ D* ]2 x
How you suffered for you sanity,8 N% `. r8 w. Z) V7 }$ \& v( p1 \
How you tried to set them free,
. j2 N& _8 x6 i9 fThey would not listen they're not listening still, / w: v* N: m' j0 J% g; O
Perhaps they never will. |
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