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; i5 ~! j( D% YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * v$ v' j1 {& L( `4 ~$ @+ @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ z2 f: W' w1 y- g) DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. O, d9 f- A4 }# k* x2 E& p- E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 N0 X+ g1 ^) n" ?2 V; j4 a. ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ d/ r+ D/ k F. aHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 e8 b) o8 l) K5 p' T& ^' E( r- o
How you tried to set them free, # _, g7 L' ]6 Q8 o6 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ R' _& e$ J* P& m% rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : y6 X, p7 W/ Z3 Y8 [# G4 ?, t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 x2 h( r0 O+ r7 s& z" N, X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' }! l! ^4 i! Z! F K, e
Weathered 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, . H3 w5 L7 o n& ^* X% [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) b8 P; N; Q( S+ B5 e9 w3 }5 o/ [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 \/ u5 F7 r9 h. p& l6 z1 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ Q+ A- q: s9 X8 ^7 {+ J4 n! L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' V) M: C7 L# M3 U& x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 W' Q7 b# _1 e8 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 K1 O0 i/ l: k. m B/ K* Z1 _/ GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 N: K# h; H# ]* t: @: T
The 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, 9 M/ {* P6 T% i. k$ }/ z
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ A' _! K, \8 h! n7 dHow you tried to set them free,
1 l: Y0 Z2 }% |4 P' A$ J/ UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( p: k0 G2 O3 G' U4 x4 wPerhaps they never will. |
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