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5 w8 h0 L. e% k6 Z2 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% l. ~7 E3 I: N( M0 g- Y6 e; qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 g+ X; r( {$ t5 Y, \) K: B* HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) G+ _. I0 A' _5 j0 ~5 G0 e& t6 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; z# _* U( y& l5 k$ W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( K& A* ^$ a8 s( W JHow you suffered for you sanity, $ @5 T( X+ l0 o
How you tried to set them free,
; ]( N+ A9 y! {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! f4 r, {+ t% `5 `* l& w& F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ a+ I0 w/ m7 r$ d/ [! Z/ ]( \7 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 ^% E3 ]: n: g5 Y+ H$ K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, A4 E: L9 A3 H6 e
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,
! @$ o3 `6 D. P: O- z* u, @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! o/ _2 Q/ R5 w( o. T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ t& D5 u8 Q: ^2 E/ `
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 M9 q+ P4 k+ H+ A: I9 G* W: b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ ^5 M, ?. \! _& T3 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; ~; s5 `3 b" k5 D0 m2 d7 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, e; h' [8 C' [5 i2 i+ g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. o5 Q2 c: v0 w- _4 n. e; W- R
! {2 W4 |5 o/ N. L9 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 n4 I# G3 x& d) \5 B& G
How you suffered for you sanity,$ u6 A. s" O$ s; {
How you tried to set them free,
8 _* b* p. B/ y# B3 Q9 cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% @( O+ b) a$ w! {" ~Perhaps they never will. |
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