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G/ M! K$ C- }+ Y; ~; [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" C- J0 W6 W' ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 J6 F% S8 z* w$ S; d+ e m8 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 U. j7 g" e2 }) N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) |/ B- h1 c9 G# E b4 ?, E7 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
{1 U% {+ Z" h( h; P0 ~5 H; g% MHow you suffered for you sanity, ( O! K& d( t7 x" _, ^: G5 Y9 H
How you tried to set them free, " F0 W! j3 P( A8 o1 S, S) X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * M3 T! J! @2 `8 V, E9 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , F' T/ a/ v, U) G* V6 N; g2 o4 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
`( m5 m$ |* b; U! v/ Y5 v" p* qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * `/ k0 q& L/ y6 m. ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' A% ^) y8 }/ b4 ~& _+ WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # I7 j- o- e; `% w2 v* M z0 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' t8 `9 [' X" U# {$ y! l# e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; @3 z' l7 P) H- Q7 V0 h
But I could have told you, Vincent, . g2 }- y; N; n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . v: H+ ?( i7 D2 [3 C3 p6 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; Z1 z" y0 M% u7 z4 l% A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / x6 |- d1 L0 @+ H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 z4 F+ U' H7 j! ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* M4 X0 X% B$ S* K- b/ y$ iHow you suffered for you sanity,
- J+ F: d) j& c7 S9 THow you tried to set them free,
1 k6 J/ b" z& [$ k" t5 wThey would not listen they're not listening still, , w- O* H T+ A% f5 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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