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) T8 p2 X3 ]* X& OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 Z6 u, k7 |. I8 ]& }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 d9 X `9 e7 E1 y sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. p% @ `4 v1 j# h: OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 \2 E0 {8 n$ v* Y% Z3 O1 l/ [3 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* U7 q/ r$ Q# k" GHow you suffered for you sanity, & y4 k+ a% Y5 B5 \- V
How you tried to set them free,
# O& ?1 X0 X& w4 l* ?# q" ?: |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! _" _' s6 e! y' c9 _! O v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! W6 |4 G: \7 ` M) J* B7 f6 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) z* ]0 F' f0 G) Q0 S& N7 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ ]& m. P9 N9 \$ D, S2 U" y: j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' }" U Y0 q" t7 @! @' \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, \& F `1 u$ |7 Z0 w8 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 j: B) C$ ]) e( S+ S! Z5 `" T lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & r: f) e/ X) z; v8 ^' D( T$ l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: U: J1 [! s' M! ?* T- YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ v0 a5 s3 f: L$ l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" H- n4 U+ P) _! S) {4 B. iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( g8 m! `% A2 i. D( g0 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" F# V+ j; r" e+ E& W; G1 R7 C* uThe 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, ( q% S6 C) r% v9 k' `
How you suffered for you sanity,7 h( j* U$ z0 P1 @( L/ I
How you tried to set them free,
! ]$ O$ g8 }: q( E. }$ jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ Y$ O9 ?, |$ m6 x. ?Perhaps they never will. |
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