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0 |( ]) s" u+ ?; aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ]0 Y; i' g; q; }% BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ^7 E. t% p- V5 K, C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! s, E* @$ S0 U+ L- U1 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 @; T4 r: I, ?& B; K! y& _6 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 }9 z7 v4 J1 l, h. d) d
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 G4 U7 i) u! @, Q2 GHow you tried to set them free,
4 P2 Z* ^# r* t! {" j/ i7 n, V+ |% NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( q u% X: L0 R! t1 \: _/ D. wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 G ]: t- Q' J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; y1 \. ~! Y3 p& m4 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 u$ d" C7 c& L% \# g7 W: t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + Y1 @9 F/ E0 `. Y& A% {7 o N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* q" r5 }2 ^7 p2 e6 [0 p3 \% s' MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' d8 f; G* h! g. Q; B0 l
But I could have told you, Vincent, % y1 N3 l# r1 o* @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - t' m$ y8 O. P" M8 }8 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + K0 h6 D$ T5 s9 D% j0 F/ ] r8 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! B1 M' [" ~ _7 |3 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) O1 H: Z1 m8 s1 y3 X& i
{3 l& ^3 o1 @ dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( L) T1 h2 Z% C h E( I1 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,8 N) x- D7 F6 z f
How you tried to set them free, 7 O: r* x% w1 u k8 x% @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( _; O/ a: b2 e0 OPerhaps they never will. |
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