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6 n4 n( _$ r X. A- HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 v5 }8 n0 H+ F- N$ M( ]. rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ l8 d( u9 j% l0 o* C) k, k" L; mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 X4 G2 q0 ]( d, c# G9 d/ Q( [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 K9 z _. @7 s* X; S5 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 H+ D0 Q8 {3 V* o" L q" ?8 THow you suffered for you sanity,
! L* q' C5 X$ P' |How you tried to set them free,
5 N5 d* l Y* j- A( I) y' Y* k8 v1 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 Y: H \0 @5 |9 W8 x" c$ T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ l7 H: L' F; ]3 F. ^! }; \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " i% j, R* ^2 I7 n1 u D% X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: G1 e- B2 V0 c: ^. KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ d) {1 ~1 \6 U: a- h: ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 t0 J: c+ ?2 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ `' S s" |4 c! U# z6 f3 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) W( J# d" \; }9 h5 Q6 [
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 o* t Y9 W4 l8 V" p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - a, L2 q# ~! c! p% f) N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / b( o5 b* R3 |3 P: W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ `% x1 |) V) I& `3 {, K7 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % X0 i1 z# t/ r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 f" G% j2 Y0 `& U9 A: bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' W% B7 e/ n& Y: MHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 C. K5 `! J" P( i! F; ^/ k% G& CHow you tried to set them free, 1 U1 i0 X, K( O" Y' k3 R
They would not listen they're not listening still, * m2 V" e( W. {# K- n5 Z3 B5 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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