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8 W! O$ H7 d% U f$ o4 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & }3 U4 T9 @0 j5 X; }- c$ D7 C+ \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 }, }1 k [) ^9 Q/ [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) _+ {0 D$ F6 b J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 Q2 `! J) D' H; ]: qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 v9 i* ~% i2 Q4 k Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
* i3 v3 i& l) F5 o' F0 M; \ t: j* vHow you tried to set them free,
& T. u7 X& ]# m6 r$ Z$ Q* M) @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 o7 N+ M8 t3 J" i$ E+ Y YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : u9 f( }" p* h7 C! C$ F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( S- Z5 k. C2 k2 E8 f7 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + j" r: Y$ E6 n8 u; o! H* Z2 `1 y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 F5 h3 }! p" ]( ~$ @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# E1 M- s( P+ a- mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 t% J) }# U u4 r$ M+ \5 e& f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : c6 C6 q- S# G8 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; o! Q$ W' R+ g zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 P3 ~' M) X3 ?7 C8 K' |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, e; [1 n, G( J) k# j* a4 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. h1 P0 @. p @2 [3 B; j( zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 B7 d1 ?( t/ K% O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # [2 B& U; X7 w W+ ?/ a! @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 i3 q; H5 y, y1 S3 OHow you suffered for you sanity,6 w" l; t3 y7 U$ h& q
How you tried to set them free, , U% }$ O/ u; P$ \' X( ?% E- I3 _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 f0 \" e) n: r& \Perhaps they never will. |
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