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# w2 H$ N- I e* [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* }# l0 i/ n1 l! n/ t- {9 ?3 A) Z, bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / d0 j( |! e+ p3 A$ e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ |! u& R: x3 N( X, l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& q! r1 e' ^8 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 v; [" @3 J9 O4 n Q* `+ dHow you suffered for you sanity, ( b- l5 }7 j$ h; C# ]
How you tried to set them free,
: E% l# ?' M# k! R3 K' S8 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# `4 z% p' w: v/ i c# P4 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ C: ~& K% D0 a+ n1 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 F) \; ^( D6 w3 P, cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 Z( x- D: f- L; F2 O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: @) u5 R) {; I& gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ X8 E: p; H% \0 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" I% H: G. f! @8 a. ?& u7 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% `+ G2 @' `$ L3 sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 a# [* v$ \9 ]* i1 v' EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 Q) H5 F3 n$ u) W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / M& ~, D, n: {, n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ K$ P! [ @" B% l. aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: A$ o5 g, }: e$ p$ u; zThe 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, 2 ]. C. }, U3 S* Y6 X1 t6 F( P, T
How you suffered for you sanity,* ^, m: L8 v) [0 ]7 A
How you tried to set them free, & s- b7 _' S$ T5 O- X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 Y. E. n: z. U! T" Q; d' BPerhaps they never will. |
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