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' E+ y5 {4 U! w! `( MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 ^- D8 ~+ {3 i! O& YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 E5 ~" `4 i6 L, U( m4 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ L, V" n% _8 o. ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : _0 j: _6 N O# s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 f$ C# f0 [ c. FHow you suffered for you sanity,
' n" i& u& e% w3 Z& Q4 |5 MHow you tried to set them free,
# x9 O! _- k6 ?/ ]- s- g3 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / L' M/ w o7 C7 a0 i2 g% F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ U. \1 O4 c' s+ P2 X9 z' L# F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : e5 C3 J1 r6 T: G# J8 z% K+ w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 ^9 W& K: u6 c% b9 F* A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 r2 {/ v. E, P# m0 ?% b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 K }( {9 }' z& r% w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 Q6 G* Z# a, FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 R4 x+ `6 k3 t) K4 \9 F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' w4 B0 K/ g" A0 M" pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- w7 l) h9 H7 W! `; H$ K4 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* g& D J# j8 a8 L* Z5 ]% Q; TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : j1 A4 A5 N% E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) i& d: u/ U% k3 t# C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & K( H0 w9 Y- R8 i1 K
How you suffered for you sanity," [7 O6 [. Z0 v; _! d; }0 r7 x
How you tried to set them free, 1 `3 X# L6 M8 z3 H, M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 I3 h$ X" d2 s4 i% J9 e' f, `Perhaps they never will. |
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