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# g$ j( a; h$ m4 l! f+ `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! l8 t `1 r- A& e9 Q, q# n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% J9 s2 H+ t; o9 Q8 W( g8 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 x$ ~7 ^3 ]( g( h N5 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 O0 d% v3 |! @: a5 }: sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; I+ b* D5 N: B/ c: a- s; R5 _: c
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ J z, k8 Z( H" {; z' k% I7 {% YHow you tried to set them free,
# Z q; Q# w3 v. KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) |8 j ]$ b) I" Y/ N Q5 K) p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % o* } t9 D1 P% s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * m! B8 D0 g* O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( W2 X4 D7 N# T/ }& g B l u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - @. Y) x; u! ]9 W" l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ y8 t( a0 W" u) C0 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, v$ A2 _- ]/ ~2 C5 v7 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ Z* }( [8 J& M2 `But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 h4 }' g; o0 ~9 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % k$ E+ K. |5 y( w- m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! H' `, z" d6 @1 x4 @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 C, ^8 c' M- R3 l+ U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' n- N4 P2 ~/ K O6 [) q2 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . u* s5 F7 K( P7 U, a* X
: @$ ^/ M$ g- INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: U- c" u; L8 x2 LHow you suffered for you sanity, w! p; k. } F/ H. t1 ]
How you tried to set them free,
" [. Y* h4 w9 f2 W3 T" MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 \4 o$ O1 ?1 a. m" Z ~* v# aPerhaps they never will. |
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