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5 i) ]7 Z- T a% d9 O0 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, H/ ?- k1 A: u( ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, y, r6 C8 X& _- O6 u$ {1 s- U4 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 _/ `" o$ q: J$ }, O: ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) a5 m' n2 e- c, |! B9 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' O% Z5 O' L' ~ ]1 T. f/ S) h9 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 E ~ I5 D! Q# F% k+ ~+ W3 H( sHow you tried to set them free,
0 B3 T C7 n. |0 X2 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 L6 P" g; ?" y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% G* u; A+ G& ] \( K4 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 i& G9 G* F- x: s: n! y5 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , `9 e1 p1 G3 D P. U l J1 ?3 g! @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - s( ?; ~6 Q% [1 p; [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 L) o8 M5 A& S1 R7 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . {7 o- E9 t% `( k' }3 R: \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % ~* `- K n; u- u9 Z8 k& V
But I could have told you, Vincent, , t! U" B4 p o& Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( X$ H5 G7 u( `* q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 ^" G/ b) g9 _8 v2 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! v" I9 G" D# @, f: Z$ @' Q2 h( bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ Y, w* b1 Z! @4 B7 V+ {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . s, Q) p% C7 c; b6 Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " ]$ ?, v9 g9 B% {
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 y* `4 ^/ A; i* I- V9 SHow you tried to set them free, - L0 F- p1 x8 N% G' E# r# i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 `3 M8 ]2 n. j' Y; R ]' KPerhaps they never will. |
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