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' h$ c3 G8 k1 o; AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' O$ P& o& ^( e2 P' y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) D4 F' @6 X. R; S$ f5 s- p, V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ O0 z6 `! I, e" S2 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 m& T. y3 a& f0 N4 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) n" _7 j# J/ H, {! `How you suffered for you sanity, 1 ^: V, {2 u" S$ e6 Y
How you tried to set them free,
# @ U& {3 R$ `: ?, JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; C* g( x' f# `* |8 k ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ O) w9 L. ?8 t" V0 l# S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 x5 B) v4 x" B8 O! ]9 T) q; hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 v* [8 W3 t7 K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; E! G% d" N9 g' D' U. UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. ?" i! Z& J3 M+ zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" m4 N9 Q8 Y: _5 U/ VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ ]: P& P9 C8 f& G5 L4 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; f2 W$ }: d- U/ C/ E+ Z( p* MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 r1 ~6 z8 y) Z* a x; z; {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / E- D: a3 E3 I% a# c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 k) G. I b) l% G3 v, @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , [# J( ?( L8 `$ v7 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 g) o* v; u, ]/ }4 s: uHow you suffered for you sanity,: C2 n$ C+ C5 M0 y$ L8 [
How you tried to set them free, , |. a+ F) a, a5 s2 x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' @" M8 {4 ]: Y6 [# P# _9 ~1 v* UPerhaps they never will. |
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