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2 e2 u) b7 ]% MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* p! H/ j7 F5 R+ j$ Z6 K f0 ?2 y0 hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! ^# H) {5 L I& p5 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 i7 Y: ?, O. Q" l8 y+ U1 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! H& y2 T% n; Q" ?1 ?( T! ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," ?* l$ ~( g" Y4 z- g
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ K" U; j6 {: e, v% v' a* uHow you tried to set them free, % e$ B- S" r. v- }& d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. Q( |: n' y6 x8 I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / F2 _! M# P( G' M* t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 h' `8 W% K) d& N' V5 V( w3 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & u( i6 j: r; u4 y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# F N0 P, o/ a; J4 i2 k, `7 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 {! m# N9 V0 F; e! U' Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) p. I/ V) t F. B; i ~) u" \4 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 L3 g9 R1 b* K7 ?& OBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 O r1 Y- ^# N) c/ Y4 z& a. {2 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 _4 W9 A: l& B2 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; f& N: A; B( t: I! u3 h0 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " Y. b6 k" |! ~: o! G
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, 1 }1 i) x* z6 m
How you suffered for you sanity,3 k; [5 s0 c/ @% d) E6 y
How you tried to set them free, 0 x5 b5 G. j4 m1 t4 @5 f" B5 C
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 J2 [7 h1 U8 a6 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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