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q: [; K% _$ r: x7 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % ?: [( C$ Q4 ~1 T; Q# }+ R0 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 m* Z) e* T7 O, m5 p' C6 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, L$ P+ D m. a+ w- x. N5 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 T$ ]* g! o; T3 C/ HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# a8 X( \! T& c; `% EHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 Y' a" @) L+ D" @/ b4 M
How you tried to set them free,
% U2 x0 m G- d& R8 K1 z gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . J7 L9 l/ Q' G1 j/ n) x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' m' ^% I/ \/ p5 B' u, g& V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& p A; n0 ~2 t- e% N7 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* c) e3 Y# c! w3 ^8 L+ _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ a. t+ g8 ^1 R* [( [; G; Q+ jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) G7 D% k# V) T( W+ zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 W# e# k( g: l% _7 n8 |5 v; z' s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : l& b8 P. M( {. e
But I could have told you, Vincent, # G' E' \* K, r b( B& m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( A9 q$ t/ f5 R. U3 T7 W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& J$ {3 R- F8 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. |. v; u( [; Y0 c! ]8 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ w8 U* l6 s& e& `: o0 @/ O, xThe 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, ' O3 u4 v0 B" d$ C5 p9 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 c/ p& I' X7 S1 x, k" p* y$ \How you tried to set them free,
# A1 n/ Q0 U& m: m8 aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ c3 k& I) n7 z1 t; R, `Perhaps they never will. |
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