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0 b6 C- S2 g( U8 J7 f) G" f0 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 z7 w, O W" H5 L: t1 ~! {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : K2 `: w0 t% I& \- }$ J" ^3 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* Q. {, w7 ^( _# T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ z% M( p3 d: eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 y* b/ b. L. v6 w% G+ r; {How you suffered for you sanity,
6 q7 W& g' t( a8 [3 r- bHow you tried to set them free, 4 L4 g% Z$ S1 W5 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & F1 U8 g3 H( S! U+ v3 C5 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 Z& P; x4 y& y0 t6 Q" K% @/ { gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 \" H+ k$ h e- u3 R1 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 R) y( D3 A& E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- k# s7 r$ q* g7 s6 N' w( \& ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ ^% _- S1 x5 z1 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' M% P2 n6 {- o6 t: l1 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% L4 @6 G5 M- d* \8 Z- t# [0 yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ R3 K/ B% W2 O) ?! Q- NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. _+ j- c- I* H8 o- n/ u; ]0 g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' r& x* c9 h7 @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ X& n5 k" ^0 h3 \2 ?9 k4 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: ?* c$ \! N! _; r+ ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 |3 S' v# ^) f# m) g, \$ V# {
How you suffered for you sanity,
; @' E0 b1 \1 t0 F) P. M7 Z/ kHow you tried to set them free, 0 Q3 c$ q0 @# n U; c5 ^. J3 q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% X7 a/ X/ n, ^8 L, `- b# tPerhaps they never will. |
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