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3 N2 x9 R9 j# c8 y; @+ @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 |% p* L8 \! t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. d0 z% H5 j3 @6 x( R# [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) s" r: J# A, y( w! L0 S$ v6 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 v! l, g/ g- ?7 S5 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; X: @+ \* Q4 u: D- M, n/ a( NHow you suffered for you sanity,
, U$ e# A1 @" |7 B; P+ |6 ]How you tried to set them free, / V* H$ z$ |" t' k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , p$ X6 m5 e# ~4 D- W2 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + `- ?7 l: x" Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 U0 L3 P: ?: q, E' C, }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' O) ^) j! R A8 B4 s- n1 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 s' E. b: o8 S; y: J9 C2 r) ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. c, r2 j8 N% h. d4 N3 c2 ^) ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& n1 }8 W* ]! I8 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 C0 [7 i$ @" S$ }$ a! {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 F# m. |8 w' c0 r& d# s9 T/ ]' rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + X8 M8 s Q a2 J1 G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( Q2 k3 o) P5 x+ N# J zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ m4 r. k& o! R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- n( x5 f2 E/ p; G$ a: iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " z6 y: j+ |% a, \$ C2 W: ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! E& n% _' @1 p& W; V
How you suffered for you sanity,- ?9 [ ?" \. G! D7 O( j/ f2 V4 h
How you tried to set them free,
: x- v+ H# T$ {& e- IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ a4 k% I D' |# ePerhaps they never will. |
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