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7 ?# Z* E# I+ f; S. w3 ^8 J. [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 O/ c) d5 c) {0 S# v; r3 s; `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : b9 Y' \. a0 e O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' p5 z! I! |8 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * z9 F0 W; d! T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, ^ o' l; T. {. A
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 B. g9 x' z( _How you tried to set them free,
8 h2 g5 y9 l8 O y1 |9 ^/ Y* c, eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 V! n$ _0 i$ N( l6 W, Q% N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 ~$ r& m6 K( O+ @& v- C& X3 D/ m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% q7 I' h- G8 ?3 @# B, qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 S" l9 r7 @8 P+ RWeathered 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,
, B k8 D: f0 m; R: i f6 u8 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 x C0 I- A! }3 K i) d; @/ NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . E" }3 L" e- G2 j S: j
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 P9 v% o6 ^) H8 D/ v, u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 H3 Z6 O% f5 w: O# sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 Y. a0 b2 U" c. ?& Y3 I- l( Z ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. l- p- ]3 U0 ^' ]: O$ L$ v1 DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) x1 e' E. ]2 k; PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , z/ r* D; T( A8 H+ B& I
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 C$ w, h7 D, [# ^# yHow you tried to set them free, 0 k8 N7 [; h8 a# J$ N, m
They would not listen they're not listening still, . }; G0 d2 t# f% O% i# Q! h
Perhaps they never will. |
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