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! a* ? z6 Y1 [ {/ `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" K: Q4 d. F/ s) z$ `9 v$ tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( s# l. G% T( \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 ~) S+ {1 Z# @1 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, D& r# L: ]# f. L C( pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ |( _9 A" c6 L0 D3 P
How you suffered for you sanity, ! M' ~9 f* D4 w" W6 y
How you tried to set them free,
( Q1 P$ a1 S: l4 Y+ ^- RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * S# H }! j3 T" k7 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) P( p8 O7 m/ ]0 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 ]' W( b8 U7 y# ?& H# e8 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( c: H- {9 z; ~" n& r9 m6 X$ X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 R, j& Q- H7 H& Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: k2 v6 N" d |) l! g4 K# X$ R% |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ v& q) X4 j$ P/ @% b. XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " u" T" m+ ~. ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' e! q: ^% u2 Y/ {1 ]0 m& ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 z2 C' [0 |# A, A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 c0 Z* Y! R( f3 G1 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 U& G% |* A5 O$ bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & v" r3 F5 L- c9 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " {) w( T7 {6 a/ y5 d; @% U- v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% Q+ Y! o( O( i% w: {# PHow you suffered for you sanity,( S' ?* u5 I- ]3 W, d9 h" E
How you tried to set them free, * v# j2 n K! w" O: T
They would not listen they're not listening still, T, `+ B/ ^6 B9 _* z# V+ P
Perhaps they never will. |
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