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+ ^6 e# f4 P; |, y& i b: TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, g/ U5 y4 | F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 j3 ~( [* t" L- o5 J SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 M6 o* C7 `$ l6 f: J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! ^9 {2 u+ I- z' S6 y8 f! Y' B% n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ |% @. R% R: F( ^ O2 g8 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
. Y' U$ b2 V( u& ?How you tried to set them free, ; r9 L" u! u0 R& u, V X C5 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 H- U$ ?) q! l& k% y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. y( R* ]" ]2 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 L3 [( @0 l1 w$ e: FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / u/ M0 G8 y7 P* P6 N: T; v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " O$ |# l, k7 G9 ]( Q% v! w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 M! L6 `5 h3 I* f% F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
q$ u5 d' h( r% ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, % B: O, w; ]3 p" l& l/ g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, F- _ p3 ^- q; d' dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * ], X3 W! l1 C4 _: R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( h/ F1 M' d- I) H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 {& U# u; @, \! Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , c9 m; k! f0 V/ c) K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 Y6 U: X6 X) C3 K- I4 F8 V
How you suffered for you sanity,) z" Z4 {1 Q" V( V
How you tried to set them free,
8 T/ T, X* o; l) {) r/ jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ y9 ^; n4 v; b4 S, `- xPerhaps they never will. |
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