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1 F9 ?% K6 E' ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" a+ \ M$ @0 E/ V( \6 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
z1 c( Z0 Z& sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 X! V2 M; m* D, v( R/ k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # X, Y* b7 }' P5 G! z- z6 R1 o; K* m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! N# ~# _- @7 z# O! [+ e4 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 n2 k: T! f6 l, b: \9 |How you tried to set them free, ' B/ s# b" U8 ^7 s: n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 F. ^6 e& G3 E; c% Y0 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; f w, |8 G+ {( o1 F9 q. `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 f3 Y# ^! h7 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " z( ]5 J7 n. L7 g* `1 X4 u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ j/ W$ G0 k; a7 n: h9 j8 x9 ?* d9 c* {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ Q5 h( Q p; w- u8 b6 `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" \7 b& m7 B' [- O# v8 \2 q' tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; j1 L' J0 n$ N X5 f- KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 a& ~# O( p ?! x$ D6 K! k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- q7 D7 E* b" G3 Q/ \1 v# @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ {0 Q1 R1 ^1 wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # v4 R. I5 I8 F$ w( I+ ?/ h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 J9 k! c N7 k% z0 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; \5 {2 w" A- k
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 i; [7 ?$ b7 N* O3 j$ g* y' dHow you tried to set them free,
8 r! G2 W' u P/ U2 b2 Y1 w3 qThey would not listen they're not listening still, / K; a+ O4 A& I& _1 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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