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( j! H& \0 S9 ~! H; L: oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 c ]' ^5 ^+ z% P1 R1 |7 ?. OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " q( I& {- m# c) L8 [$ q8 ]6 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 m/ }% B$ R7 c8 i _1 i9 _& a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % w$ d/ z6 ^1 @8 h G1 E; X. \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 C; A5 w4 W. o6 _: Q! G
How you suffered for you sanity,
% e& v9 ~5 Y6 L7 |+ d+ q/ d5 `( D% |How you tried to set them free,
" f: o+ C$ S6 U4 p' lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 n' R- d, X: N8 r, g! f" C0 e! }* EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: J- J: E3 U D! D% |! u$ LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ l- B0 m. K: N7 z5 T9 ? `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- u9 h* m4 x2 \7 v* {" h) w5 v# fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # n8 X4 B& n8 _ p& f- ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 B& g; F" T) F7 F9 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) ^* t- ?, h4 U! @- p g6 S: |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. m6 I$ z3 }7 [# V5 EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 P0 ~) s9 Z0 a2 y% rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 v: [% I. H. hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : u7 j+ M% q& H5 B6 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 X0 p( `1 Q: Q C0 I. X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 |4 b3 ~% e$ q4 y1 X# ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - `6 G6 x$ j& i7 W, D( ^# X( A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# q4 t, T) R7 f( r! u$ xHow you suffered for you sanity,
; y3 Q" N d/ A4 \6 I+ \) vHow you tried to set them free, 0 j* }1 T- Y5 J2 Q2 H1 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# J4 S- R4 z% G+ yPerhaps they never will. |
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