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$ y2 C% {& A! QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 h8 N, L+ F$ Y7 K6 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! E& j" e) w! H1 W0 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; N3 F1 T! O4 R3 @( K9 ^& I$ [! D dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * v6 O0 S- i" u! `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 o% w' Z2 n' ^1 X" C) }
How you suffered for you sanity, " i- ^, g# z/ f6 t. C
How you tried to set them free, " ~; d1 M1 a9 ?9 u) I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * J% N5 w6 d2 i3 D$ j# K2 ]0 @1 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- c4 |* Y) |4 T' L2 H: D: NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, u1 I5 s- W1 k2 ]3 c9 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 s$ X& a3 ~( P2 r# N, K# ]7 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 p+ [0 e; x. ]9 V' DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 w& F( h# D( L: g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! N1 q& k4 _! a l4 @1 n$ ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: W n: \, A2 b3 i, I; sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 D& Y* e7 d, p \8 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 `. L9 T/ x( Z8 H3 c! YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ o5 S. q" u* p* U- g3 q4 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! K5 H6 K+ P/ D. v. x! p% @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * o+ i0 N- A1 G
How you suffered for you sanity,. E4 h; q& W: @/ l4 Q
How you tried to set them free,
, E% ~8 _( Y! y+ f6 l* d* V+ QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! t1 S# M0 u+ V; lPerhaps they never will. |
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