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& L: l# r) _* s" H) F- _" V' b" `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ X. g; j$ A5 V+ B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , ]- c1 @: `7 T Z! ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 ~, c8 u1 N2 J6 p# N) `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ K4 Z8 q; V9 W; b M- e3 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# F8 A; C" K& ]/ X% |. ]1 ~( `7 [How you suffered for you sanity,
1 _9 N( \- A6 `8 Z1 NHow you tried to set them free,
- j, u! U4 i6 Z# RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 \/ W! ~+ {% i2 t5 e8 |* E+ iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 i& n! F% o) f+ P- f" y6 s; Q3 |8 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! E/ L. x+ Z* U o9 z- _& d- I! ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' g& d/ f& D, Y, Y3 A3 y+ B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 F9 u8 a" m$ q3 {0 h
M- H& D' g+ L8 u8 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 _4 o" p X8 j* l0 q0 h! B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) h5 N* K* O, _$ z( c5 ], Z1 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 Y+ ^( W* Y7 G; ^( z- b
But I could have told you, Vincent, & R6 u' D; K; H8 ?) w5 y4 I1 v6 D: h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 g/ G: {& S( e. g& b7 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; C- Y7 ?: \9 o9 I# I% M! H; SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & \1 m3 U! {5 K, W0 o7 C$ h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - r% y7 |% U0 s* t/ `* c# Q+ c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * O6 U3 X% r0 Z) Y6 k
How you suffered for you sanity,# R3 Y, _! N9 |7 {
How you tried to set them free, ?0 l. p" E" l& {: _3 G0 P: K& T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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