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! q" ^: i5 `2 F+ o, U# W) fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: |9 m! h: j2 H5 h9 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 ^7 n }$ _( z2 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* ?+ A' m; x5 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & I2 m* R- a$ B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ k O- P7 J& q5 H7 l2 DHow you suffered for you sanity, @, ?* O( f; H0 ~' r9 n% w$ M! N
How you tried to set them free,
6 r# R: `, T' l1 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : S$ B# S% T# h8 r- L% B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ J6 b) Q% y/ ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * g& f4 }& f/ Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 R, a/ g+ I! i' y5 u3 `4 I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, o" _5 B9 w9 f# W: s! W" m7 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : o! U. X$ j; j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % J/ E3 M9 r3 _ u, f, T3 P
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; E0 d6 }3 z( A* Q$ {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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E2 X* l; h% k$ w- fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) q; `' h! A5 V, o5 K1 F( H+ X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 T/ ^# q1 O1 v* H9 @/ ^/ u( s, r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ M3 \- k2 |7 b4 C/ iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. v# p- N4 ?4 ~% b$ x( [* z: F* P4 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: R/ N3 r1 ]% Q' ~& L" Y- S# XHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 V5 ~/ C; ]6 Q1 o: {* q* z% UHow you tried to set them free,
! {! B: n' Q$ N9 i' X! n1 O) EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 B& V3 E# F0 O' ePerhaps they never will. |
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