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: ~0 T8 y+ z" O5 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 B. v i$ X9 O* M) qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : b: J0 Y' K$ }! J) D, J$ s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 ~2 g0 Z# A8 L7 l) Y; T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 }/ v9 n: v5 z. INow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ M5 I- J$ |/ h* B
How you suffered for you sanity, $ R- x& P& \) M9 M& W. t. S; C
How you tried to set them free,
& z1 N; G! c( I4 a* tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' _/ m: t% H$ ]. {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 ]4 P, u! n: oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " C: f# J* a% ^2 W" O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , [3 ~; g" T1 z1 X; i! {$ j) w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 I' t' m7 }% Z9 I4 q2 `& i5 a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 Z% P6 r# j# p4 P: D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " }8 T) _1 P6 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * G' `2 `" j' z) U! i1 a1 a/ S0 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 C8 P: K" I9 Q' G) N; I* { e( }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % v$ D. b3 {: {6 b8 L" H; ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* f$ e+ a s" W, oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " O; G3 ~* x4 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) M: R) Y, S3 p. P# y, u
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,
4 P4 A. t( k4 E1 h- C8 U4 nHow you suffered for you sanity,! U' I7 y5 `: ~$ `9 R# o
How you tried to set them free,
; G$ }2 P2 e0 h7 n( RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ [7 r4 [0 J+ L% R& VPerhaps they never will. |
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