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# b% B1 v, r6 y( l/ D) BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 {$ h0 z& _' _2 h2 u2 k0 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" ` {' [' u1 W- wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 C: f( E/ }1 H5 \: ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 n! B4 T3 B! V3 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 B3 K4 m% P) W" d) C" j9 P
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 H7 J2 f# |$ Y9 W7 A8 A
How you tried to set them free, 0 `, F! {7 \: Q7 I3 k/ ? D g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 }( O- r% s: J# G$ c8 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; E1 F) j6 Y$ D) E# g# ?; w6 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& z- |0 q. P- X2 R# GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 s6 l0 {7 t/ E2 n" DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 m! y! t& w) f4 Q+ K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' }0 ^: h2 q6 D& l& l# D jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * o. ?" y. l9 }. C" v5 Y5 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 A: b! O0 c/ F& D/ ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
* k; s! b( m9 _$ b3 }7 w: v/ \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 ?; C0 h' S! f7 i7 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, v) ]4 R( n( ~% e. ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 L. q5 e8 A& f$ H9 w7 r, cThe 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, ; r/ R0 B( {; {5 o4 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 \: J1 K; ?# N0 r4 }0 FHow you tried to set them free,
$ c& P+ i( A- W2 zThey would not listen they're not listening still, " H! U# a7 Q# d5 \8 Y1 A: J
Perhaps they never will. |
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