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, x; G3 N9 X3 y9 i$ ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* e3 k @$ t) ?' [9 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ H( U4 `7 U! {* w* EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' u+ b* U9 `( k$ g8 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 S; W1 f5 P" T; E1 C1 A/ ^2 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ G h% j- V/ [$ x) L; N, o/ }7 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
% X; {8 z/ x' z6 kHow you tried to set them free,
( Q% d9 ?( y- L, HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
w5 c) R0 f7 n; t/ DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( z% C7 ~" x6 @- c& h* ~/ q& SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ Q2 l+ W: w5 QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 h3 [" j. w( b- [; x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 E- c) e" I( T T' d3 X8 t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & {. h. a9 f! J: a: `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 p& l3 n: f: u6 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / E5 Q, m& {7 S6 I B8 R5 k
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 Z% a; X6 S u e3 m4 ?# l, c0 ^( e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * ~' w B: K. i- S# Q- n% ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 m) Z0 ]! R5 w# s4 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ z2 j8 i4 o6 E' q2 A' n2 W
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, % ~# G# N8 n4 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
" }9 V+ W3 g0 C' jHow you tried to set them free,
0 P& X: E9 }3 X% p; X9 FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: n2 q$ L2 m& z# z4 oPerhaps they never will. |
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