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. s) }1 E; c) \0 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # Y! X! @: ?% ^: V3 v" r: C' b/ E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. W# l* g( {7 L; W/ B) T1 i2 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" k/ y! b3 a$ ]' f% ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* Z/ D/ x5 O' p- }0 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ ]2 w6 A5 ^* I* {$ \How you suffered for you sanity,
, A# \8 [6 w4 R9 M5 CHow you tried to set them free, - Y7 `6 m4 z& p4 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* x5 v* s1 ?9 ^; w/ IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# y9 _8 N& r& l# I4 L* o4 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 x6 k; c) c8 d2 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# A$ A$ N/ a% R: @. D5 g& TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 o& f( L8 Q* pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 y6 N8 y J$ m. y6 c# qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ ?! v$ W& s# c' S6 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) s5 u4 F) `& L+ U6 T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 c, _$ \- Q% ~3 m) B$ m# {% DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 t0 g) f+ o. i. ?) H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( ?8 c! n" u" g J) ?" p# W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) {" B5 n. M. z9 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 A! H% ] O+ U: \, u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" @; W! K% Y7 D$ x0 y5 q* pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & p$ _+ S; x- p d9 B A
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 b7 ~1 B2 ~- \6 V9 b, fHow you tried to set them free,
( B5 d+ {8 D8 X% s# qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# C% k1 K) w3 D1 `! k! A' I6 R- |0 lPerhaps they never will. |
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