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, \/ q) \ X8 R" W* I ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 q: x! ` `/ I; ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 Y( L( @- I$ t2 K' x2 H pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' a: e7 J: s4 c8 C( U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- h9 f& t: h4 r# dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 ?' x2 g) u7 `# Y2 i5 |, BHow you suffered for you sanity,
" i4 R, {% B. B% s/ \3 \; W; ?* I, EHow you tried to set them free, - S* v4 N; Z0 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. \& k4 Q" L. s! w( R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. V2 G/ z# g% P, H6 |: n* U( j& XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; P- U1 H; `- w! y ^1 Z$ sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 F6 D+ X+ X* }% ?6 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ z# a3 x, C. _+ N8 Y: v' jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 ]- V' u2 |4 k' @" b9 Q; Q# Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 J; h6 ]* b# v+ e" K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' A) O) i, C0 t4 }) h lBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 Y" I/ z% f0 g) O( i* c& b) g. k; e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! T7 {8 j: G! K+ ]+ W5 F" zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 M* s4 Y& j \0 l: x, KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ w& [) Q1 v- Z, D1 O2 V8 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 N% G* f% t$ w( iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 {# Y: V/ r! P" UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % Z; G! P5 M1 E& G+ N
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 R- M% |- }/ F0 n" J( ?How you tried to set them free,
) {6 f, M0 T2 e/ xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* C3 {: `% g j. n; _8 c. U) nPerhaps they never will. |
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