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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : Q6 ~/ ?- U6 R# U) {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* R6 i, u. N3 V5 F @8 ^" uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; G7 F8 X* F4 F8 D. e, yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ w# @6 U% y( y4 c* E( oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 Q5 R1 c' H/ e( a
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 [5 L( T9 ^7 ]! U# |+ lHow you tried to set them free, / g9 z% @2 ~6 n3 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; r: ^4 _1 M- h" ]$ x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 K. x! S8 r6 g, Z* W0 T. q+ J- m9 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 e4 q% Z0 `8 Z6 F: u0 c% o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - u5 C9 s4 g9 n9 ?- _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" f1 i6 J! A n1 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) U9 ?' Q* Y- N: j: l' @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 }3 q3 Q9 U m7 z& DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( p( Y! T; d3 |4 ~5 D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( ~3 K8 i6 n: t: l. V9 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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~/ F! v+ ^8 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + Q& v4 \; o$ B$ L+ G' K2 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' I, ]* f, R: x, S* P* F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! |' m" C8 }8 _" E4 l- JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) {/ e% @& C3 `7 \( n. dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ k1 [/ R: `9 V, Q& Y! c J1 i" YHow you suffered for you sanity,. Y- ^" w$ y p% C8 U2 F
How you tried to set them free, 9 c) f | X1 Z2 W" N: W6 D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ X; x1 N' H P& }+ V4 y, ePerhaps they never will. |
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