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+ ]; V1 J4 R' f. L$ o9 \1 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! u! _, g6 a7 r! l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % ?0 I9 `* R0 P- C0 I, m- K& I" T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% r. y5 _) r9 Y; A' q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 ^# h. ?, ^! L% x- qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ h0 \2 z5 o2 BHow you suffered for you sanity, % u g. X3 D& p. w+ Z
How you tried to set them free,
) C8 S" [. W5 V# t2 _* J2 ~% IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 R! [8 \7 c' }# K( d2 ~8 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 P" G; _' ~7 R0 }& g" _! I. J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' d0 m$ [) j+ d4 u( G( V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 r! _4 x P5 q$ F( }* _6 A* j2 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# S. E7 Z! Z3 w, ~3 O6 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ Z' y* |3 K" K' `, q/ X% cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( L9 v2 g1 R5 h2 e! y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 Y/ {% {7 Q2 d% nBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 L& |& N$ W$ p. c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - G; u9 }3 n4 U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + a1 E6 q% g2 m: k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 x1 e$ _; P9 r) A7 b7 q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 ]0 @& Q6 Q# o: @) `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" f1 ^: a7 d/ A) k$ M7 ]( \How you suffered for you sanity,+ K( j/ \# G/ _) |
How you tried to set them free, 2 Z/ Y( S* T L5 ]# q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 z* m0 s* u* d7 `+ {
Perhaps they never will. |
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