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% ?+ ^' R y) B8 L2 F- iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + a. [' [( M: e& ?# S O6 w7 D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 k5 W4 M* K& s) w2 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 P5 b1 }: z8 M6 \7 i( ]; d+ l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 n3 `# }7 [. ?' ^; n0 D. N! J) C1 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! w! N) l6 k5 z, e; a) ]How you suffered for you sanity, % m$ D: A4 r( b# G9 {
How you tried to set them free,
8 P# F- A& L8 g% uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% \6 Q& H, s/ \! e/ x; ]; g7 B" Q+ [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ b1 N6 N: p2 d" `4 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' F o% a @" b+ J0 S" V9 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / S i8 a5 I( y8 c$ W" w- x# \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! \$ {9 n9 A( R) h: x7 X; c" {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 `0 D1 [( \& V/ @' D, R2 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . {* M2 y2 a# ^% U& J- o: C2 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 X- ^4 C2 u9 K/ `But I could have told you, Vincent, ! o' E3 I4 k7 G. B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & @- P* X2 b0 `7 O& {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / G5 _1 ^4 M+ I }4 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 O; R% L% ^* S& g) R3 y# eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 N- O) P4 r* x; T4 }* T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. a2 @/ x4 ]5 T5 e# i: h% QHow you suffered for you sanity,( Z4 [: y; X W5 L" d0 [
How you tried to set them free, 8 [+ z0 l) ]7 P, C9 C# \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 H) V7 u& C) r) U4 ?5 pPerhaps they never will. |
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