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$ ]# M! C: Z3 d4 w: I/ ]! D) `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 p8 m; p) q9 \+ QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
u/ k( G6 ~; N4 j! K1 E# Y- iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 F @/ Z' g6 p R9 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 o: a, N& r E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
l' U0 a# ]* B+ nHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 O7 q; T6 m yHow you tried to set them free,
1 B9 _: A( I/ V$ NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) I: H! S+ ?$ j1 p' `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
i$ u0 D3 x' `; V$ B# [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / L! H# A x& i- v' j; [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; X* R, s# B" O( L+ J* X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * v: M' J6 x4 [) E& l8 Y- B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) Q1 W5 @9 [2 _2 L8 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; I |5 A: Z8 C3 g+ j( C# H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ i3 @# R% L* E1 s1 k+ I
But I could have told you, Vincent, / ^+ i4 ^7 E1 P+ l& w8 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ v1 @8 h6 B! Y) HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 Y7 g5 }, O8 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ p! p4 M, }# B6 X3 [& d! vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; W/ ?! H* a, L6 q9 \3 UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # x- r3 q0 E; O1 q! h4 ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 X) \% J+ R: }7 f! a8 o3 k) UHow you suffered for you sanity,: c+ y: ^4 d w0 m$ t. B1 a
How you tried to set them free,
" F/ Y' s: K3 a) `- xThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 b& X, q: |1 s$ W* I7 T( Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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