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e, ?# t1 @8 j) L) Y9 u1 B: ~; f/ ?0 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' w( z# O5 v5 |" wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , U6 P _ F% _* J V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: `8 B3 ~6 X( u+ j% P* S9 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, Y2 t# t1 b% R4 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 S0 ~" u9 x0 v( T! c; N1 b1 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 c/ n9 ?1 q% oHow you tried to set them free, ) S: M0 X. ~6 p- g; x/ H) z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 Q# l3 R& p+ ]" h2 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# G( }+ b8 D- A0 M" CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 E( Q" V6 a \. @* SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ g2 p# r5 z9 A- ~6 C" I1 \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 e8 ? ?6 Y% DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - q& v' _ t3 N5 A) {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& h* l- M: X9 i6 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ p3 c Q; l. ~" E5 m! _- ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 D9 U- g/ ]5 L6 j- o8 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 b+ a. W: K' t E3 @: j
$ _. ?6 p5 X0 E: Y' A5 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 Z' \7 D3 T9 K) k+ p; WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 ?* p& F$ c, w; g8 R) }% s8 H' o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 S1 E( r! E p- s& l( D) V9 C }1 c
The 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, ! {+ O( `) A; J- } r5 j' o
How you suffered for you sanity,/ [+ B1 z' a! U9 x# s9 q
How you tried to set them free,
- @ i0 G% |' D3 E; c% L/ T0 tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; Q E6 k9 ^$ D& X4 D% lPerhaps they never will. |
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