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. P8 x; Y3 @% E) _9 \- MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( Q- @# O6 ~1 G2 d5 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" F+ j/ s7 P/ J# `0 F7 B8 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 E5 ?4 D! Y; Y- b- R1 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 G, F' P# y. D1 { F: a5 i, `- cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ a% U; w7 \( `- w0 t! O
How you suffered for you sanity, |7 Q9 ^* c. _" [* O% k
How you tried to set them free,
# |7 |- B$ v# h0 \2 @ l' j, |, tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : p! j. Z- e/ H0 g( h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + d* D. }; f8 A: K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 t% ]# v' n2 \5 h( u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' M' s5 L! F0 H5 g! i+ J2 q& xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. Q7 c( ^0 S; DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 I% c9 p+ \1 G; L- k- `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 F1 g, B( L$ W4 l0 ^3 D1 K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; f' M6 C9 x( C7 g% s( @2 z: X
But I could have told you, Vincent, . _. q9 Z$ e2 b3 Q3 L4 r/ m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 |/ O o3 Y, z6 T9 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 S! g" O0 ~2 ^2 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 @, V9 X0 u2 a6 V2 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 @$ E/ p1 ] z7 _7 {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 x l+ [! O# F/ |4 I' M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + c% x( i1 X# ], u0 s/ r
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 t# w" y, j* f6 c" HHow you tried to set them free,
& b4 z& ~' v9 d: N0 V0 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 n' W- j( |( I/ s# Q. h
Perhaps they never will. |
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