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7 H- `# r2 V1 R" a4 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 k( w; Y' y/ x; y( QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / N; B2 b+ k f0 p0 T. k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: E, f! N! E1 r3 l& O$ w' L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 H: Q" e j$ l* z6 F" Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 Y! F/ }6 z: v$ {3 Q( @9 O
How you suffered for you sanity, & K+ ~9 \# m) P2 Q
How you tried to set them free,
" f" c, a7 l* V6 K0 b4 {" M: PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # S7 V2 K# G! `2 j* R# O% n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! \) j0 v& G6 a5 ~0 ~. b1 Z0 @3 T/ j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- S: O C% ]. p" l+ M2 J) D; EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" j) x1 U. I" ^5 v rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) K. T8 {1 Q- e% N+ k
; r+ Z) ?% K/ G2 d2 d+ R5 g& E- s5 a& nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ @2 s% ^0 |3 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- E1 n. i! R- y9 L" {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) [1 l$ R9 C' ], D$ CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 ]; t- v7 h& w, S" [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" K$ E! a. }0 \& Z! |8 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ [- x, c7 W3 r/ ]# T! GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " h4 M: @: [2 O* _( t( O' j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . }$ O" t7 O: H! {& H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ D0 [5 u* [; D( h) c- j. w! a; p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- ?. ?. v+ B0 `( |6 \How you suffered for you sanity,9 M. j7 A8 k4 ^' [. f# V; @- M; M- u2 E
How you tried to set them free, 8 B+ `( K+ ]2 v( k P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* ~' o" P4 H- F/ i% HPerhaps they never will. |
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