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; p: m8 N% r1 S0 V3 h6 B! ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 f( g4 |. t j3 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 m1 X M4 s1 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ C- u6 Y) l* B2 R8 o% c6 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. y; Z+ F# D% O! ^5 @7 D# ? LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# T! Q/ p+ J3 s: d# s3 M0 H; T; v* dHow you suffered for you sanity, / M% g. h: X) ^0 q4 H6 ?
How you tried to set them free,
`, U0 U7 y- c0 V0 k- ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( [, v) E8 \; F; }0 c" _- p8 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - s# j5 A# i6 i r% a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - D6 p+ b# _7 F* U! y+ ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ I& ]" \+ ]/ R& Q. PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 x# H7 I9 t1 h( R: E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 f0 o0 E, J5 r) p2 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , o. z& E. |* h6 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / M# j) `1 g* Y" Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ C/ r+ o" x) ~9 B% ^' _5 E8 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( U" T2 L3 ?6 W& OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 y3 L# \+ X" b$ `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 _4 c* t) C# M4 Q2 o5 q! O: r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( I% ?% {, \$ M9 x: ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 _# k; Y; ?$ [$ c1 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 O3 E; D% N, k/ Y: jHow you tried to set them free,
! B" b/ H! `; a+ {2 }$ D# Q# DThey would not listen they're not listening still, % K( c. `& X/ z0 B8 I+ V
Perhaps they never will. |
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