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" i% |9 d8 j, gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 o/ w- a. ]: J1 j, jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( u$ Q, _7 B) W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, o5 [$ w3 O/ K: W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 \% [+ }5 e: c0 @& L2 R. VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" W, O! r& K: }7 H9 Y4 { IHow you suffered for you sanity,
' q* r# g0 x1 R6 U: k; |: JHow you tried to set them free,
. T8 _6 v1 ~0 q3 E* d7 p) H6 J* UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 O; m6 a' H. m7 t) j4 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 ~' t# y0 D% s9 n6 n/ V; E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 G8 M6 T4 {- @, |# b5 b7 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 N, c- ^/ C' }2 I" eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ]8 x, h5 ?! g0 D% ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 x/ b& p4 [. A# L* B2 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) z; Y* k: A0 [. w* ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 C$ _2 l3 y4 Q) mBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ h6 K7 O b7 W& M! ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 x0 O0 k# w2 g W) [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / S: r! L# s2 }0 n( x# k: ]4 J3 @8 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . q) Z f( |* i. ?2 x& A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & n, t# |7 `$ E2 O) v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # p* r: R# H" b) ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ G$ N( C: f0 `$ ~How you tried to set them free, ' B# b' Z/ q! _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ p/ Y1 `3 D4 y1 yPerhaps they never will. |
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