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- K- t0 Q: {2 m7 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ b. r7 ?4 U w/ P0 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ d( X9 S; k6 K( @8 r! J+ }2 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 X0 U9 w" p/ H) }6 a% mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " y& J) w/ L) C- c/ q# \" C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 \$ ~5 X3 f2 N% _; WHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 g2 A. Q' h4 A. U- d1 E
How you tried to set them free,
& a4 Y+ P A# F: W( `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 Z5 M: p9 c* o# q1 o% h6 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& h$ S! r: s0 K) }* H9 t7 u, e! ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 K% y& d: @. P( r) JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " o- r) d" w8 ` k$ k' j8 Z$ k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 ^4 x4 `% v4 o0 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 |6 V% ^7 g- b: a' LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 t* A& e* G1 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( h* M6 H) V* H; c4 IBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 X8 h- I1 T) C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " e ^7 i! f/ t1 x' s4 ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) W2 U0 Q; `6 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% s8 a( A& M8 P# `' d* rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - X5 H6 E+ @# _# x: ]5 x ^( ?9 Z6 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 t( J `0 v2 J) z/ D7 r k- t$ U
1 R# H$ A& R4 ~3 T' g: [ oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . S- M4 |7 ~7 ]+ k
How you suffered for you sanity,6 V$ U% N6 a- X( M4 o
How you tried to set them free,
5 y$ g m- K" b3 A0 G4 XThey would not listen they're not listening still, , G% J) ~ v$ [' {4 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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