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! L% F7 f. S8 S1 h. x9 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- ]7 d) a" o. |/ Y8 [# ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : z* x. ^# N: E2 q# s/ P h# M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," ~: u2 T( K/ d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; l- {) F; P6 `) B$ X, x9 j9 ?( uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 z0 o9 Y2 e2 S- U, m1 P8 x4 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
Z7 ]- O# @6 @+ H$ C6 n" c2 uHow you tried to set them free,
# a9 b, @- C5 x9 V4 J, `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - F4 `; Q2 z' u% Q" j& V6 u/ I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 i' g9 c W8 e4 F1 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & H, z. b! w/ @5 M& v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . V6 i* |2 W0 o( N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% ^1 B" I# b7 N- t5 F1 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 M0 d: a. O Q5 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
b+ [0 V' G& L. s% J1 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 b* j' ]) a; U) G/ X! L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ W1 l! [! }8 y4 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ U" A- }/ L3 L% s. ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& @, J' R- h) s, s1 C1 H! DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* m% i# D% D; t3 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % n' E! J; W* R7 C: h1 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& F0 ~/ v& k! t; mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 A+ U8 k, ?3 DHow you suffered for you sanity,8 i# X# k7 X- k6 K
How you tried to set them free, + d0 L( c. ^ L' y+ `
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 \* q% \" }- A7 r5 @. F$ i+ Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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