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( k0 N" B/ ?" \! T, ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ ]0 K8 R; J2 R. _0 | E5 F0 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( @ _' i) {: Y. `7 j# a! MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 n; A% h; Q% @1 Z1 i" f& L* `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 U3 ]' w6 o& L, ^; L- }, c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% Y" z( V, ~! }7 E j0 F) P
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 [( Q( e; Y3 U+ j
How you tried to set them free,
. Q! p0 Q7 k! Q3 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 Z8 o% k, J) \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& X' W4 s/ h" O+ ]" g6 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
k3 k! I- j' d* T7 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , y3 _( Q2 p# }7 p+ e- @% B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . _/ L4 j+ B' J3 n0 T* @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # c! y2 t$ p$ T' {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 ^! e; w& L$ N0 }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) _/ H* C& }# GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% N9 \( K0 i: w2 h; k7 S: ` _" iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# b8 h6 a0 c4 k5 d) rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * D! V! b+ M/ C! h! b' l7 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: E$ ~0 M$ a3 ]9 [7 M9 a+ nThe 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, " x; G& m2 z5 ~+ s& Y) f+ h
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 t1 U6 {/ I( A4 V; M) S* h" W% j' KHow you tried to set them free,
: C/ k( m) m# N+ VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, c/ y$ a) I; w$ RPerhaps they never will. |
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