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3 S% c0 i( M9 z0 j. PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: I, P1 r, K+ @$ O! t' ?! Q7 Q- qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , V% M( ]; G7 `- ]4 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ c# s7 @' D) [. u3 K4 V% q3 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; K; p, U0 O' y* a7 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 s0 z4 \. P4 ?
How you suffered for you sanity, w4 {8 m8 ^9 T
How you tried to set them free,
- \! B7 e- Z2 x3 ^: ^& K- VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 v, E! y1 V6 `1 ^: I; Q6 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 L {6 }, l: D, w4 v3 b# m6 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 S/ S4 x( H9 }) ]$ c2 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: k6 c% k- v6 t6 uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; c6 m5 S" }5 @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" @! ]) ?1 E* G8 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * \; s& y2 _: m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* E) a( |7 e2 q2 S4 lBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 |7 S' }+ T1 O! ?* i) w: Y% M+ p% m8 h. r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ U% k. G) Q0 \$ ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* _) b8 S2 u x8 @1 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' K7 k t7 i. T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, y+ i+ P* r1 ?9 I: _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 H1 j1 |3 b' H; P
: h# [% N0 u2 z5 d% k2 _( r, I1 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( _+ M6 q2 x" v% W b) Z' O7 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ D" m+ q4 Z/ R$ B1 O" b/ |How you tried to set them free,
2 x$ T+ e4 m" y/ W! q6 uThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' |& T& a) Y+ r8 ^; k
Perhaps they never will. |
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