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$ ?* W4 [, y' `* tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 q0 ~# l: J. Y( U7 G% }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 l# b# ^4 P! v/ m8 [; h, HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 f: s" G1 p0 S7 @4 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 _& V$ x1 I5 H e- ]! V- j& WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ A; P# f/ r+ NHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ f/ P9 v" e) _" lHow you tried to set them free, 5 U! E: p. t' H: o9 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , c9 G6 p: t* A u c; P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 N$ z! b. {2 d2 ^. S. \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) _. `& i6 m0 K* `+ x. o+ L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ H$ ^/ J0 }) N! z) j4 t QWeathered 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,
, _+ j J: u6 y2 K, x$ F6 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 t3 ?5 [$ `, J4 n2 `2 w9 F# {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ L& @: }# l- G8 \+ S* M+ P$ P& ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, + l- t1 g9 x: b- o. P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 n& C4 g; k. EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! Y' R2 C" o' q1 _" ]; E. H: @: KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ G- _" f; d* o6 @* @) M% p5 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ w: w$ g/ ?3 r7 d. K- z7 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 v" \3 D( r, }, T7 i1 F. cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 E# B" j4 v/ ?2 ] B- O+ |) aHow you suffered for you sanity,
; h( H) B/ T" w/ aHow you tried to set them free, 2 t2 d) z2 {: H( x/ y! S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* ?8 ]' w& p( Z3 k; _: sPerhaps they never will. |
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