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; h( u+ ~+ `, h1 U/ QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
T- p/ i0 S) ]8 k CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! F3 w z6 n" `( y& n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 d* Q/ ?2 z5 k. OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" D5 u2 _3 H6 \; K2 R+ L9 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* i) N" w( I' P
How you suffered for you sanity, ) w9 C1 V* z8 W
How you tried to set them free,
$ Z1 v3 Z1 x. B; x/ NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 P. x C# g3 M; J% V; A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 {- D# S" x7 c2 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 O: |4 V R0 y2 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / k+ Q0 O* e! _$ b
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,
; Z$ B& h3 m1 j+ ^3 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# `$ K+ H7 w% n% mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . G. n$ W6 J5 ]" Y, Q9 M% a/ H' \
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 L4 z* b7 Y# T) @; A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 X0 ~6 ?( A- W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& ]% I* \( ^: Y; d" y5 A2 _( v$ fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' Q+ R* K# G1 v% v$ Q+ MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ N" S6 g, G, v- m6 l8 g5 L7 o& dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, s% Z9 T7 _& y qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , C& T' Y( d- K" A. V; [
How you suffered for you sanity,! ~& o" N, ?9 m) [ q; w' V; O9 Y* g
How you tried to set them free,
1 v6 j3 @: |9 @They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 M6 o- x5 B3 [, r+ @7 x3 X/ CPerhaps they never will. |
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