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" |& b* `! b" j+ N6 y0 f5 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 k0 c( D# g& x. q1 x. N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / _6 C' D! |' V6 s- s- |* V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 [+ f x# l5 |# n( ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. k" e9 b, F% p4 G# g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: s! ^$ u$ k- k2 ?! P. o4 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
& W7 J6 J7 u; N# Y1 M' J- a# l% \How you tried to set them free,
, A; Z/ H, E: ]+ t% gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 y" G5 d: H3 m5 u+ n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* W7 B, q7 Z5 f8 Q7 r6 ~: nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' K$ R6 ]+ l- P4 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' F1 D/ v+ a$ x7 V- q$ H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( W! v9 o0 V' N4 v9 Q& T# L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, n3 a1 O3 v* m6 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' d( e d% L$ [& @: J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 ^- r, {% c7 O OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& L5 k+ r5 }1 {4 h$ lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 j' E7 I: i* `4 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" f8 U/ N S- y, pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* f% Y% [& S7 ^2 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % ]6 n7 _6 R: O; N- O/ x$ ?. o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 z4 O) C: @# V7 Y3 @* A
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 H- L" S/ H. b- E2 d. PHow you tried to set them free, ! ]5 k6 |# Q) c* @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: s( a" x1 T: rPerhaps they never will. |
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