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" o& o J! l# o" A, J" v) ^) M+ rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, j+ j! x$ U) {, aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 V8 ?1 j( s1 R! h- H& rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- g5 n7 R+ f+ g g, | \! _, W/ ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; M5 f, q; r0 ]% X W2 [+ U$ k( N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 j/ {+ _& T, j5 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ g# {+ Q6 Z* }# l/ v p0 S. PHow you tried to set them free, 8 Q0 N/ @! X; G; b+ ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 j8 f& q" ?- V+ \& E% H9 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ v f0 a' Y$ J" j0 ` uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 F& M% a4 d8 J% K$ x6 [$ b: z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % ?/ I7 _$ _" L. z/ ?7 H
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,
. `/ h0 n- G+ Q% SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : J3 m$ m$ \! P- ~$ H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- v3 e9 ^/ K/ x* s: R4 d& aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 o+ p, V( e3 l! lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 @: c" N; o' j- u) N, x" M. qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 N" P) ^" L; v& @; W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & n- I/ R* L5 o0 k W2 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; u! |5 ` _5 w6 _: I. D0 cThe 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, ' G+ a; Q. T1 h/ {$ L. F3 W5 ]. n
How you suffered for you sanity,
) v5 h( M- O$ h+ ]( z! o, l/ {How you tried to set them free, # R r6 o |5 }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. \2 l: y; k* P6 W. VPerhaps they never will. |
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