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7 ~+ J. n4 a1 s* h7 s$ rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! L: c! L3 ?5 a- K0 U" e! _2 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: z$ `7 n+ P% X8 e3 S, q1 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ ?6 ~3 X! x( m6 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 T2 H* s' @! p: J1 n9 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; G+ y4 i6 ^* E6 S9 K) fHow you suffered for you sanity,
. s! |2 @# y7 t% f: i6 o/ VHow you tried to set them free,
; _1 T& Q ?1 U5 j2 O5 ~! ?/ t& [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / X2 f$ J( X" _/ r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: G4 G! q q$ R5 ]- z9 _8 V* QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 }4 o/ {, D# I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - W2 A, h( h( ]: S6 G) ^" s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( \4 I6 F4 h$ D- P; t% |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ M# `- Y% k+ H3 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( z: h0 [- X% |% ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! B6 B& T& v; k$ `( y* q" p' [
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' `! W: ?5 P) B9 M1 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- | d9 ?- ]: [* e1 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : L4 [3 g- @# U, O' |- C4 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; E, V4 |& S! u) y, A9 wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 n0 t1 U% o+ I* |% g* ~* E+ l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : ^" o' z) ^0 T7 e; u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 \5 B2 { M. {$ I
How you suffered for you sanity,
# c0 l: n) F g2 G" q5 Y3 rHow you tried to set them free,
$ c4 m6 {- J( R; A x; s7 T. @They would not listen they're not listening still,
! ~8 `# \% J. W2 l" o+ RPerhaps they never will. |
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