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3 X+ y: f G$ B; C B$ M# n; RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! S* u) j" \. U, wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 U) Q/ k0 ~: P$ H. L, s, T2 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& b! f- _* \. R" Y" B6 H" J O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 }0 z# q3 J* X6 `) u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% b" S$ r! N, O' Z* _6 G d( r' qHow you suffered for you sanity, + b2 b. J/ _6 w3 d4 V
How you tried to set them free, $ Z' j. ?( t% w$ F2 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 k) J, _* ?+ z, l5 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) @* O3 \* k( s C; s% y) Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, b( h; @ t( M; }! m/ T1 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 ?2 M. d8 _0 g8 p# m4 B' HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ G* m$ J8 t. B' p4 d) nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! p/ L# N/ t4 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 L$ n7 p- J' x. }$ N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: _! {8 z: H% C$ j4 mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) ]; T: s2 T% V" h; {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : _3 @! {$ F, Z# q" T* |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 @% a% Z, f' Z0 r6 q* m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 Z) S) \4 ~& Z" L2 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 K6 Z; U! [6 {9 p6 k$ h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - C8 Z1 Z8 F4 M9 ^; g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 U# J4 A0 r' u9 ^& z9 e* g l; oHow you suffered for you sanity,0 n! Y# ]8 | h$ u6 |/ [9 M
How you tried to set them free,
- P5 g% ~. l4 E) CThey would not listen they're not listening still, # k+ ?2 _; J, a
Perhaps they never will. |
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