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F1 ?. I1 l4 p) ]7 ]& w ?7 q' VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ j4 r- l: }: W9 I& V9 [( d' t0 n* O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( h" m0 Y \' s7 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# E5 |) u6 n% N3 w& v4 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 `9 ]0 n# V- U' y! M+ z1 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- `2 q/ i, I& O0 I) `
How you suffered for you sanity,
* Q4 {, i) H8 t, m% K; AHow you tried to set them free, + y( K& b2 ~4 q' u- x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( t* q( b& |" v9 D X7 m. G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , o' E: t0 b( C- e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 ?6 \' e2 @* b0 }" F/ k; U1 H8 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, }* c9 ~2 H5 Z1 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* P; Q0 t- Y0 t' Q( q) C: Z. U kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' x( I' |8 W& w4 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& S8 _) V) B; q' e' L! rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 S& m* a1 F' C8 m+ W+ _$ e, B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 f6 O: j( t9 Z: \3 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! i) U+ V9 T- l3 y" j# g( _7 b/ aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' K U! V2 l8 }, { J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" T$ ?! [4 k- b8 h( LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" y- b# _8 a& ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / a5 P9 l) Q+ M( {$ }0 U2 o( F
How you suffered for you sanity,
f, j ^ }# {3 b+ c) N+ M# @How you tried to set them free, $ J$ N+ }: p5 X" u# M/ y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ r+ M# E6 X- ^; B( hPerhaps they never will. |
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