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, }! `2 f. q+ z3 o5 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 `+ L$ X% f2 t) {; J5 m" I r6 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' h9 X2 W1 Q2 H5 |8 d* X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; t) e& f, n, R9 N! J2 l! t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' n, y+ ?/ D1 `$ v8 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( `7 n& l, e2 b4 y; q) T( T
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 @1 @! a. \1 H3 |# P# L: m
How you tried to set them free, , d# V0 i) m1 b( h1 M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 M% @7 m% r7 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # W1 T" f3 X$ g! R# D3 J _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! z8 {( f" \/ V" i1 N: v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& u5 W& S8 a, p( h, N$ C3 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # X# P) p7 b$ `3 ^( \; S( N" d
1 R- K8 m$ h( S$ |) sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 T, I, r3 Q$ h3 V: _/ IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* D1 u2 B- O! l! xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 ~& l0 x3 q8 A( H; A- XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ J1 p& [4 }, Z7 X6 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 O. S9 N0 B8 x* r* j. d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; P0 w/ s6 q1 O% X* BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 G- Y* O6 F* H8 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . h1 g$ \8 s; M- Y6 T0 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 q( a/ }# o: C0 q: K1 o INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; {5 F, F& g8 a( g
How you suffered for you sanity,
: f U* v& P& x0 mHow you tried to set them free, ; i+ F- l2 T, t% [& Z9 c
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! v6 z# D9 i5 T+ m a% x+ \1 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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