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: T* T+ D3 X/ U' D1 @! hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( Q% C% ~# s. v! o; V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % K6 S1 A( F6 { k! ~: q( P3 U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: F! G _% K$ r$ A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) I' B t! v) A- d: v" Q4 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 i f1 O) s4 {. F6 E# ?+ uHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 c% Y. K6 e2 n9 E* `
How you tried to set them free,
6 t8 q2 \+ f" H: S. ^% w1 a/ [; ^1 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; k0 ?- W4 V* J6 W7 Y" HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % Z4 m2 R2 M2 g/ e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 y9 C! @' a( ~% `, aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & A$ Y& P& i# h' `- y; e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" M/ z8 A% ]1 Q; ]* BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 h6 F" b/ S. k; K# O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' {9 ^% A5 x8 C+ Y7 N; Y" v. eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 S$ F5 D6 f: M) y8 n4 F1 M1 lBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 q# G& E; w. n5 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Q; a+ c+ [+ y- p/ A D* O
; ^( s4 b$ U$ ^; i0 W# f' A- @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& a7 h: W5 x, `7 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' Y% `6 o& ?! H! L/ Q0 l8 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + B" s: J& q0 x6 [2 }5 l1 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, E9 P, Z0 T! G& }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 u$ {4 Y4 Z. |" c- E6 R2 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 ~3 N+ k! P3 v% O; Y" NHow you tried to set them free, " }. t* W& r# d; S" l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 ~) ]& h0 X2 V! X2 W) D* ^; sPerhaps they never will. |
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