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* f3 X9 w- N3 a6 b+ ?% eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" `: G; Z. H+ p. B' hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 {0 K1 i6 n" B& e ]( T5 v B+ h1 C: YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% p7 d3 w+ e; E; _9 J6 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. ?) r$ ?; ?# {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( n+ f$ \: l2 H. x
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 c! B; i. h. C: O2 R
How you tried to set them free, * }2 s& F% `: D$ z( r) |) I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) {! S# {0 g; L8 W: h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . L ?( c0 Q" p1 D8 _3 _# ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 _+ t, ? h8 {7 F# _3 T8 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, j$ ^7 L7 f# n$ e( U3 G6 E8 yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ T! T% |/ x; j& aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 ^3 m, H3 P, U' @" Z; L) ]) z5 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 s# z+ \2 O! b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + I" ], ?. G( y# E
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) s# C, S1 ^' \" ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! _9 B, y) J( `8 Y* w E& d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! d! @) d6 i. y" V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & p3 {( o* V& o K# ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( L/ a9 T, r1 W6 v# M( Z5 q' Z! {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 y6 Q0 F! p, N t+ @- Q
: J# [4 @. Z a0 _/ iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 M: p$ `! W% e; d2 J
How you suffered for you sanity,8 G( ^. a! _3 P5 p; I
How you tried to set them free,
V& f0 x& @4 _2 SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 q8 S* f/ x8 W( z4 QPerhaps they never will. |
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