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" y8 p8 ]* l0 d1 _. \) eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ |1 D) v J' j1 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + }9 Q: d8 c* U3 b8 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 f4 s* v& o/ x& U% N' Z1 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ?9 {2 ?1 s3 [& N& v2 Z/ n( D* FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 v7 @/ g9 X" k/ cHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 m- q+ I0 F$ _7 P4 B2 k; ^
How you tried to set them free, 2 ?5 k5 Q( `" I6 K- h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ L" B: p# K* O7 J2 w8 a; O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 ~4 W* \3 Q0 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + V4 H3 i1 `8 ?+ R- q* t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 o) z# g H# H/ @4 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 e6 w0 L7 t( N3 D/ T0 `8 n! f0 n d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; Q7 r; e/ ^. O( g% h3 m& \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 k: b/ h. ^" t3 B. LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - \& z* X" D$ J8 a$ S9 l7 v
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 @) A5 ~1 z& w; ^ Y$ \0 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# j/ U( [; U0 n7 V2 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( w6 C, \7 h7 ~; r& o4 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 U" V; x. a& ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 W$ h% a7 p4 U N$ F7 j2 O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % J( Y9 v- @! L8 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 g k- l+ |9 ^7 l* T/ N3 ~How you tried to set them free, 0 b& v7 o* G. e X8 _# K( h- o5 c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 S2 \$ l+ r( ]9 L- y; |( NPerhaps they never will. |
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