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* l: o1 } R. O+ }$ R; }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% N2 v' E1 P4 T; V; _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' H ~3 u& s" e9 o w2 K* qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- y( a9 V+ S( G+ m7 t- p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 F! P: ~$ f4 y! ?, z" Z& _9 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ D' A; ] O4 o# M2 pHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 ~& u9 i+ v2 w/ n* r( f
How you tried to set them free, . m' u8 n8 m2 z& o- P5 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 `7 `& A" R( r6 g' {# X- i* XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 b+ |$ }- R4 p$ Y, l+ O0 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 K) I1 {7 C2 N, w Q A4 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 \! l* ?/ q8 `# Q7 h4 [# uWeathered 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, " n$ X: K" ]; n2 e; r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% S* A9 U0 [3 ^! |& C* q& qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / c) h% Y, E C5 l' Q* R1 x3 D9 n, P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, N/ {1 x% D! U* I( rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, l8 g1 j/ J. K" [' ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 ^! {/ ` m. s" R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 k. C( }) Q8 ?6 w+ ?The 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, 6 i" l! `& h |
How you suffered for you sanity,& N& ~8 H2 \7 _! G9 a( }
How you tried to set them free, ) ~4 [; k* x X3 R5 Q2 u
They would not listen they're not listening still, % z# g6 G1 T! ^4 U/ H+ q" n
Perhaps they never will. |
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