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4 P% @& P$ H0 f$ M% G; h' R, aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ? m* ~; m% t2 w5 s8 d* t+ \/ vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - ]* D% b9 q7 X! m: j& y& u% l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* l1 R, F' k9 w1 x; S( f) d( l4 d/ j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ I, n& L+ X8 Z7 {+ V! @+ } U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 s' x! G* U' n$ g8 `How you suffered for you sanity,
! k+ E+ p+ |( K( P4 Y: G: U- u) HHow you tried to set them free,
7 S2 ?6 X A2 `$ T8 R0 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / d, B6 A* r0 C, q0 H0 k7 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 s5 Z: ~/ P, ~$ Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! R) X8 ]2 O1 [: ]- A! K8 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 ^8 d+ F3 `' I" E Z* a! f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ ?, ~' Z8 E9 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' R" _# h9 N h, F4 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ ~( v8 W4 l' r9 ?5 i4 R, J. hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ v# y5 J) Q- f' Z; K# @3 W5 aBut I could have told you, Vincent, . T, s. I( b8 P" S" ?. J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 ? g6 m2 L! z( M; oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; |) t( W; g, m2 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , r g/ _1 f, {- [7 \3 @
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,
( ^& H& p1 m2 w) v! T- m0 }How you suffered for you sanity,6 q0 [. u9 n* P2 F/ ^4 N4 V8 S
How you tried to set them free,
" `3 K' H% ?9 q8 I& y# ^- yThey would not listen they're not listening still, . X, V; Y3 l) ~/ B2 E* ]* G
Perhaps they never will. |
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