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9 E: v. c0 T5 V) B1 `) ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 H U7 N L# o1 _1 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / \' ?3 B1 p) ~$ A9 u K- H3 G) u; @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; r, B8 P& a( z# e7 t" T* h; }0 v& UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# O6 d2 Q7 s8 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' }7 F" O4 P0 c+ [; r8 p9 P1 j
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 |( Q5 f& W8 ?4 A! o+ |
How you tried to set them free, & V0 b6 j! G i% C9 \; u" @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" H( t1 M1 o! s' v" rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 Z9 }, ^6 W+ R) R, bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. j* Y5 R E& `% ]. X8 M, `; yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 n5 j, t+ w, R K, d: }* lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! b* @" a: [' g/ C* XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 O# C" |: j: g& R2 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 R$ `7 _* d+ S. _# X& z( RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 K+ r9 D2 T+ |1 `) GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) ~( V0 @; I2 n I1 z NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 Y/ o" y8 d6 z2 C9 D0 T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 e, @* t# w, }! ^4 B! XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 a% p! y* l) }" f Y; w9 M4 _0 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- N$ u# o: h) l) E6 b9 Z# @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # J% T' {: |- W) X7 n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % C; k4 i* a" h/ R. m
How you suffered for you sanity,, D3 O7 e0 i2 g* w% M6 F% c5 Z: n
How you tried to set them free,
1 c, T& Y5 i) j* r/ o3 h) AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 @6 ~. }3 ^1 BPerhaps they never will. |
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