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+ {; ^; Z/ j B ]. T) GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& T' |: Q% ~$ V8 ^9 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 q8 f6 [: h2 m+ ^9 M7 L o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* f: t! }5 }1 K2 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
M4 `( O) \; ^/ O& H7 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) ?, C' V: }% q0 [+ E
How you suffered for you sanity,
; F) }* j4 D; r: FHow you tried to set them free,
# w2 d, _9 W1 ^ d- R5 K' sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 u' i% I6 H' B7 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 q- ?$ C! ?2 [- `; ^3 J Z- gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : @) Y4 W! ?) f! F( J7 g6 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# D& F5 e% a3 [, u* v+ NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: T' w9 a. v5 X) EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( q4 ^* l$ w! y4 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( m0 ]0 |$ N+ f3 u+ y; u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 y4 }8 n" m6 c; n" y9 KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 i) M# w/ G' D8 Z& }1 z6 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 \; G( _0 i4 J$ p/ Q/ N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , v: {7 I& i' }2 \* F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : R( F Z9 v: z0 v9 N, z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" Q- d" @; x' K( z Z4 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ E3 h8 s: p& z# }1 i) sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 r' |; n# x9 S0 R: |; _ L
How you suffered for you sanity,
' k# W9 b8 x9 eHow you tried to set them free, ( |* h( V8 U- u" Y- m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) m6 O8 U6 b' R1 ?6 R bPerhaps they never will. |
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