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! i8 `+ y O) U! ], RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & b4 _9 c* S: Q6 z+ k' r: I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# X+ Z6 ?& h' fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
g8 v) a0 q; Y" T8 e: W$ P+ D; ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 D' N5 [8 y$ W2 t: h# E1 c; ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ n6 t3 U" e' _0 B" w* B
How you suffered for you sanity,
' X( @: O: Q& b0 u$ h0 ]How you tried to set them free, 0 |9 a9 ?6 U# M1 A7 S/ x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! w7 K. m4 Q" a. V/ v' S4 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. d9 S( ?- F& zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, O# y7 O0 h! A6 P! Y# e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& L7 m. R# h! u9 g1 |; |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 R9 @* Y- ]& }2 {$ zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % _- t. v4 h$ K& j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ j Q9 t% R' e4 g% r* C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 t# H: P2 X5 m( T; I \
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 f0 j( t6 y, B6 |' y) n$ u' {9 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 Q$ J# o6 I: h# a- y9 w/ A! b( nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 p( i: k- L# q) Q8 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( Y6 H0 U8 o$ S0 W* _0 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % P9 `% C3 H$ }+ k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 a9 j/ K# W9 W3 C; y1 K0 j: f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & j$ A) J- h- u6 u* F' ~$ K, _
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 `/ p) W2 \9 }3 M+ Q# p( m3 v) EHow you tried to set them free,
' w/ r, i4 r8 R! d+ o4 Q% YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# ~/ \" [$ e: P7 w% NPerhaps they never will. |
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