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/ g0 }: N1 G0 R! \: v# cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( d' L7 \' P& H: g. L3 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% K) c$ b/ E/ g1 I! T( F4 V6 C/ a5 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 m2 l4 m5 f8 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + N- F4 b9 U# H% a8 j' f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 ~: q3 w1 \7 J& A8 o7 x
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 X0 x# X- F9 i* R% g
How you tried to set them free,
( v: O' R7 W7 ]% u) SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 f; y7 b6 j! H) T i+ X3 m" F8 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 R" j5 f& Y# o: T+ nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, F/ l3 z& r- X d& I2 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ n# ?8 N$ W# sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 @; ~8 r0 H! yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 u5 I6 W5 t. s" e; I! W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" }& y0 [* ]7 T5 h/ b/ ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 V c6 t9 r6 p, _
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 h/ H7 W+ |' [9 ?1 ]! S+ F0 \4 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * x% @1 V/ Y |/ T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' o3 L$ t; e" f2 W. C; T; vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( U% f- d* h) Z2 z$ ?- [3 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ M0 _, T0 a& G LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; Z9 `5 L% b- @1 \+ z4 l( W, Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* L7 t8 b1 G. W' w6 U DHow you suffered for you sanity,$ d- v) L5 B6 ?$ J
How you tried to set them free, $ O$ ^/ G- h' r4 O0 ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) [1 n* M @3 F, K1 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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