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; F! @/ q( ?' n/ A% K2 k% iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & d. N b* u$ L- M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! ]! k1 O. B3 F2 j2 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," i1 p% J7 C3 `+ y8 _( Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 ?, w$ S+ |% Q& T0 ?" [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 J# e: N; K( ^& S1 B
How you suffered for you sanity, / h* F3 m) X8 @) s
How you tried to set them free,
, j1 g Q% b" l: W0 c9 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 n' d! E3 @5 D& H' o% T) [1 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - S7 G$ r4 R! K5 ^" N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 r2 I: E9 i; A! w+ G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% E, X, D% s* K4 k* B2 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " \* g! X, V8 n3 R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* G& L+ G! V* _6 V$ PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - L! Q$ x- D( s4 Z; O5 M$ Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( V \' ?$ h# @: p+ QBut I could have told you, Vincent, * j5 W1 b# d+ L" v) p/ K5 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' |+ P X. T5 t, E1 Y2 k( t7 U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' e2 Z5 u8 X) C. Q; u% q% B+ @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 i5 A& A+ A$ S0 ]/ XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! ?# c K: O/ I0 x2 i+ X3 l2 n; V. {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 b) S" I. g/ ~ r/ b/ G6 Z* B, \9 iHow you suffered for you sanity,8 B( F2 k( l) A) @
How you tried to set them free, 9 D& a# u6 [! e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# t& z% F! R3 V' iPerhaps they never will. |
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