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" r( ~& s$ s" ?; K |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; |/ H! p8 V6 _' m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 D" C; o, Z' ]# A- D* U! K& t' p) DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 X1 E# [; f) h' v: Q# G! F1 T, k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 j7 @ B7 q/ j# f5 q! yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ p) G# ]& ^! l5 v* ^. E/ `
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ t+ l) w3 A, `1 oHow you tried to set them free,
0 t0 e8 |9 X8 h' v" c, g3 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " d |1 H$ o& w: p% H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
L) t& O" e5 n7 r& j* bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 J2 P+ @+ x/ v8 } n- o' }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; N4 _) v) G% U# o8 eWeathered 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,
% W- Q& ~8 z! vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' E5 s) m$ Q; \" G* `7 w: S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: U6 S: i+ H6 ~ [* N6 u( a* }7 bBut I could have told you, Vincent, . V: Z: J+ z: j/ q& i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) d' g# g* g( ~" H5 J4 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 H+ ]3 Z9 I8 }* l/ D. q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 r M0 b; F+ J- u$ @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 ~; r' c0 n% Y! i7 }, |$ S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + V$ ?3 ]. l4 H# U& M8 v
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 H& h% z8 j* g$ P/ THow you tried to set them free,
( j# e! _' x3 o: P, J' Y' VThey would not listen they're not listening still, & V3 q; {4 ^# o
Perhaps they never will. |
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