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( z# S( m4 [) S* K1 Z% `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 B( G7 o+ P8 ?- Q' d; U( H. GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 Y3 g1 [* \+ y E+ J! UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 B# I" K# |5 @) p: K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; [6 w5 h2 \! M6 G$ N- BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& k8 M- y; h" X& g$ l! I3 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
% }3 g9 u% ~8 @2 G$ HHow you tried to set them free,
) \: O+ \: D' J' t* oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* }+ U; j# G2 h3 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 Z; y8 s6 H! w" Y& }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 I& b% F6 n- Z; YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + Q% E" z; o& q# S* w" F& U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 ?& ~( E0 }; Z3 s7 G# U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 a; \6 z8 }% T4 S; D$ @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! u" Z9 [% [( p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 W, ?: G5 u0 W' ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ n0 }% B. Z) Q( S @: SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" `0 v1 b( ~- M5 _& j. z6 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, f4 c8 y# D) I2 t0 M. r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 V/ J+ G" ?+ @7 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / a. U; A. t% R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. x: }: x) `# U6 }
9 G6 M, ^5 ?) \( c6 A6 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# }, Z5 O' v# ^. Z ~7 H- |How you suffered for you sanity,% c( }6 a, Z* B# R
How you tried to set them free, 4 Z3 c, Z0 c- A6 I8 ?" K( Z; o
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! \( x$ T, X5 k; \
Perhaps they never will. |
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