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. m4 s2 T7 S! x1 Z# l* `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, n# @ Z& g( `5 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - `1 T- r4 X2 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 m" V6 {5 Y: r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 Q! v. U3 V) U' W7 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 B5 o$ Y# ~1 f0 r5 BHow you suffered for you sanity, ' l1 F# I; d; ~/ c, T+ q
How you tried to set them free, 0 ~$ D7 i2 y6 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ P' |1 r! ~1 u+ a0 t$ KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# _$ ]. Y/ w% g7 E+ J# zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% m! g; n2 d( }2 U2 Z: W1 u0 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , w4 a& T2 J. [4 o2 x( M$ p" |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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C5 K# l' M# [* d; n( SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* U' j H( i+ k6 X5 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 W# z" d9 M& ~2 @: ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, - e; O4 _8 K( `* d0 N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 P* L& @. G! c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / H+ \" x& ]; J0 S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- R8 W. w7 g! i# z2 d& UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" W4 G9 o! R/ [! kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; ^+ g* m! {! l" g+ i3 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - s7 }) B$ `! B/ y7 `* Y
How you suffered for you sanity,& V. b. P7 G1 F" _ @& D4 a8 B
How you tried to set them free,
- O7 {- g( |5 n. O3 KThey would not listen they're not listening still, % @( j/ v+ K9 l6 q# E6 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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