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5 \4 @. o0 p- |6 @+ p$ _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, \$ A- ~2 N) k* p$ B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ g& p( U) p# ?# G! d, J9 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" Z) u/ x2 ^$ Q* @6 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " ^1 O: W; Y% a/ L& J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 J# q) b. K, M- q uHow you suffered for you sanity,
) ]# c( J* x1 @) W. ?How you tried to set them free,
7 j/ c7 L% R+ C% \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + Q9 j' Y% v" d: J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : n# D: W! l5 l$ D$ }$ z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . q& W/ D$ }9 O! E4 \5 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 G1 K' X# `' \8 [+ cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ k" `$ P+ D! F3 l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : B# ^. |8 U3 g- R, F# g z' Q3 f1 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 b+ E+ k5 i8 x/ r1 P5 E/ YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! y; x. \5 }5 Q$ A% ~$ t9 U* {0 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. C% [6 s& |! a0 Y1 j/ ~1 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 J) i( W3 K) QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : N9 \6 x# m0 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' R8 [* ?8 B3 g! D* \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 B; |* e2 B6 F- Y9 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 {$ J5 e7 n* f& p3 V! @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : g1 ]3 y) ?0 A" n
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 q; j; \- Z, P& v. D" c! p4 uHow you tried to set them free,
. ^; |7 F" w7 K3 b2 Y+ \+ Z: |They would not listen they're not listening still,
n5 j3 j: K" S6 q. {8 l# yPerhaps they never will. |
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