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8 e1 u4 ^+ a% J O( @+ eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 n3 @! ^$ i, Z; w2 Z+ kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % `) M2 ^/ d' C# I8 G7 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ v, \2 |9 n6 |' W0 S( I/ @+ ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 w+ }5 {: Z/ X7 Z5 B! xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 o" E$ f& z* w' o
How you suffered for you sanity,
( U0 H1 {' T' {6 }How you tried to set them free, % B8 n- J3 j0 v+ J5 O0 V) y' U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; T0 }+ a+ u$ W& y, h, \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " o( f. ~( }' r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 k$ x( w, b: X. U( v! cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & K. j" i$ D8 _" @8 | V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& @' E7 s: j# tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; L+ S. j& I0 @) M% [1 ?! Z( W$ H, aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ ]. d4 W2 V0 D7 D: wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! k4 @5 X( ~- J0 x! F9 [
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 y# Q W: x0 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 s7 L6 {1 y- A! k% P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 h7 u: [. ]$ m. R- u) a4 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! L h- I* O9 x8 J& @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& e( b* Z% n6 G+ L$ W. U7 k. wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ o8 @- O7 v: `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! H* g$ \" M# T) ^6 Z! l+ N# A
How you suffered for you sanity,
- U9 c. T" ]6 j# T8 jHow you tried to set them free,
* J5 S4 K' ~6 a3 Z$ q+ eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( K7 _3 W, g. vPerhaps they never will. |
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