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$ I- f i6 ]) R/ H G, V# A+ _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 ?/ ~! I$ D: i4 e W4 U! M: Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - |) {/ s, f! S: o: ^ I9 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, h/ y1 |' L: GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # Y4 r9 r& E& U0 T$ ]: ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& q9 {+ i) f) K5 L
How you suffered for you sanity, * I, S5 S6 d! i: F3 f, y+ ]
How you tried to set them free, 6 d. C4 x0 z0 U+ R i, U2 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " A B' [1 E* | |: Q; f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! f' ?0 J# ]) g9 h* N( KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 M! z* @7 M( R% ~" b* r+ B, e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. b- \( r( }& B( P6 {# SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 \' O$ ?& R( A2 S; d& DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 A, q* w. x/ ~/ D9 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; ^3 W0 h3 j( r* I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 v# I! S; r: \3 X3 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; o( O# a) E& _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 d. u5 e' @- P! Q# g, I# `4 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* K; e" `0 K: K2 o8 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) `# q) f' N, ]; } g6 [) kThe 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,
8 U% h, z" B4 _* ^! l2 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ {% a7 a, F! Q- D6 t" y, AHow you tried to set them free,
$ o- _/ r) u* x8 ]+ XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" a0 Y6 v0 \% O! D* zPerhaps they never will. |
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