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/ o8 Y- C" l$ ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 Y, u6 _% U0 M- [9 d. }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 k! Z- L: ~; O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. y0 Q" O: O6 D- u, ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% Y: Y, j: ?& n: l" E+ qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 ^$ x( V- @3 |. ~How you suffered for you sanity, Z# o+ x9 T) m9 |. A7 j
How you tried to set them free,
2 d' |4 H& u* _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * _% B" s! E# s7 m" k# d0 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 X% ~1 C! r b# I& L6 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 H' E, D6 X [( h1 P1 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 V% q# y! R0 L/ M {! mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ W# j& u+ M6 N8 d$ _6 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 p, H% o4 ?8 `; i4 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: Q5 ~, S; k/ Y$ @* }/ ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, * ~& p7 c$ u: H1 B8 F: f8 D @' ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ ^/ w) r6 ?/ Z/ @* FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 ~: f+ [( |7 z: E5 x6 V! i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! d# t% p; z8 A3 Y8 F) b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ z/ i4 `' E! v0 ], n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! Q: O# c9 x9 z! g; z3 M: y7 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 J) C0 R, W3 r" d% O! M* d% V) m
How you suffered for you sanity,
( E0 t+ L' X- E+ pHow you tried to set them free,
0 ~, a' G/ S7 o2 f2 B! OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) O; ^( c) `- c% S! C* mPerhaps they never will. |
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