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4 M% M3 B' j4 j1 C0 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( y3 O9 Z V+ a6 X; @, ?% m2 a1 p0 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* C$ s% E% w0 g |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ p' K! {$ Z* A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 H2 `: O% [. q( D! H; k0 \" C" E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' _% K. Y! |+ e; I9 R* M; h
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 ]9 s1 d% u- {* xHow you tried to set them free,
e- e6 [2 ]: D9 `( B" V$ lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 W- }) [! L; U$ m' `8 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 r( A, y& n `6 H! M9 m) m5 q, k/ u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & o# a' B5 p+ S1 f0 @4 U, H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 f7 d2 X$ ]# G6 H/ k" l7 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! R* Z1 t2 a1 A, S/ u5 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 U1 K* g% i0 @/ V% S' e6 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 e7 y5 \/ W; z% _' HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " @. q4 Q& q# Q1 O1 r, N
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! _- b1 C5 X7 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- l9 j% X7 a0 B hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 K# c; _9 p- ^1 K3 b$ p" v1 Y$ rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . f2 h! v( H7 C/ w h. u* {! Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" D" @- C B4 x0 X5 O5 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 p& X% a5 D% L/ a
: e/ H# y L1 ^2 `6 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: o% Z6 y% m0 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 c' }# i1 ?1 J0 S6 R9 C8 p% t1 IHow you tried to set them free,
% J9 R/ C, g" T& q, PThey would not listen they're not listening still, & L# l k2 t# S9 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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