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( j+ i, U: o7 v4 `9 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 z$ V3 I! d. g3 t% YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 @3 a, H- _ r a! k& H0 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' B6 z5 J" y5 {- X" g2 L+ B/ w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ A* F0 [) R1 F2 m9 f; m$ s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% B2 f: t) }) k& r! h$ B5 c
How you suffered for you sanity, % W7 O. Q9 ~7 u3 `
How you tried to set them free, # E+ y3 A9 T2 ~3 Q/ L0 Z; U8 W8 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; ~4 M! R( S2 R8 P4 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 t" t; b' H" u5 {& Y( B! ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 q; X6 U2 V. G' ]' S2 h8 i) ~7 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! m/ D; Y8 d4 K T: NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / R8 c. \4 e# j# u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* v9 a& B* W6 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 G! K6 S- U _0 J" gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 B+ Y5 l! B% p/ cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ u/ T4 I' _3 R0 U$ `* p: Z/ `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + i9 ~0 {- p$ ]- F- @: x! f9 T* C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 a. v+ ?: D& r& }( I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 t: N2 A8 B3 X, m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - r4 b' ^- C$ k, Z, v' a% \, W' r( l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 b* e! A/ K% A: ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; {5 g4 y. R& y4 X2 C# g& F' v
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 U5 h% C+ y! y( J2 j4 b# \How you tried to set them free,
$ g- K4 x) o' j( R, dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 G/ M3 y* M; B" S8 FPerhaps they never will. |
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