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; |! B) E. @# s9 ~2 p" zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# x# b! @; J2 H2 w6 `9 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . M, x' P$ [0 \% K* k* `6 P2 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 M1 y* @& G ?) T# Q$ B. B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 k+ D& j% p4 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 |' I$ @- Q9 n0 p
How you suffered for you sanity, : v: ] N7 p4 R
How you tried to set them free,
- t8 ^, q. M5 T# h, ? }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' ~7 ^+ ?4 T! B" D$ ]5 I& F+ {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ X) ^; s- u) f3 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- X9 @& c& k7 ]% p# NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" {/ r. y4 x6 L4 b$ A; ]1 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' A- S9 k3 D) M+ P0 Y y( S1 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 B4 m( W2 W4 s3 {$ S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 l4 w+ f) d/ QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 E; M( u+ R: ?But I could have told you, Vincent, . _1 V# A. P+ w5 w, t6 N: b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . i2 o1 }& B* i6 A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 j# c" o n3 z' m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 R) X0 S/ N* Y. {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & u; s4 x. v. v: K9 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 K3 p9 d8 R( G/ `$ _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) C9 \( V! u* o$ m$ FHow you suffered for you sanity,
' ~- i: F: ^7 U5 h6 }1 iHow you tried to set them free,
) \/ L& ?8 M! [" g, W3 Y* d4 T5 y1 eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( s9 c! G# ]7 h( wPerhaps they never will. |
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