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$ S" u5 g2 b. E" h/ O( ~! ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 d3 r) K$ T) b- j/ qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- \7 v5 l3 l+ O3 \1 ^8 A3 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 G. U9 E5 L/ k. cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % T! {' `1 S, g9 m+ A( Z- s# N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* ]- [; h H8 F- H v; v
How you suffered for you sanity, $ C' e* Y' G2 j, E' _/ i2 z
How you tried to set them free, 2 ?7 f0 j5 I$ y5 B3 `8 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 g, M- i. M5 J: v lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 @; H" A1 F: Y) ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, r: A$ |5 ?, ?, C* S$ L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 c" H( T2 z- m1 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 _) c7 P& D! Y. k9 l$ o( ^+ ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- l2 v" s0 n! g4 [9 U8 O8 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 _- ? `+ B8 `( X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, T9 o) } b- M+ xBut I could have told you, Vincent, v: q& ]2 z2 H# [" \8 S1 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; r# x2 U$ d1 D7 ~. i6 @: R9 ~0 [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, {+ k- c, _% F1 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 L) o) D* i2 _) C8 Y5 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& [3 z& p/ h, x* Y6 A2 @5 ]9 ]( pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( @" u8 V& g+ \2 y v! NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% @) d! N0 D# r9 L8 O+ WHow you suffered for you sanity,
" h% F$ k# d3 d& N2 I: D7 iHow you tried to set them free,
" H; e+ G4 t5 S0 K2 D5 I0 {They would not listen they're not listening still,
! @6 y' Y) n$ H) L$ w1 lPerhaps they never will. |
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