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: d2 U& E ^& BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ [' Q# E9 e/ d0 u/ C( G$ _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 F, ~8 n+ |* Z) `& @+ ~: T% _5 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; |# @# S6 G) h- m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & @1 z# e& y2 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: Y# Q9 c3 Y$ p7 x0 L0 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
- v R' U) G" R8 L4 V, D' UHow you tried to set them free, # |. H/ y& g9 x' ]* Z8 G. G! M! l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , o1 V# ?* t; P* f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ [8 f( q6 H( e" f) A, k4 l( m+ u: Y- xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ G! j& l0 ]+ ~( i% X7 P& M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , {, a! C! o& [0 }1 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( q! _, @) n0 ]1 A3 W' j+ H# CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * C0 \* q) P/ {7 D. H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& r! E5 G1 @& B! ~But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 e, g( @$ U0 U7 R# q! l3 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 b3 | w6 Y7 g0 U* g8 c; z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % e5 p' S2 u# b+ i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; A7 E" [4 q& a2 P6 M3 U! xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 `5 h/ V1 w5 ~/ z# wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 l# q% j; m }- G1 g" hHow you suffered for you sanity,& \% q, P; ?8 z$ I+ ^+ T
How you tried to set them free, , L1 M$ U( T: w0 F+ r! e
They would not listen they're not listening still, " ~' a; e1 X& N3 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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