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$ I* z3 n8 Z$ x1 x9 }; eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ {0 {* I5 w( L1 T. T7 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 G c) m$ [' p7 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% X4 a Z5 {. G( l4 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: R7 v: U) C7 `: XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' [1 t/ l7 Y9 i4 C) Z. R$ r" l" Z
How you suffered for you sanity, . a7 s5 N; o8 R' e
How you tried to set them free,
$ M7 s, @7 I9 _2 j) I9 {6 I# R! K- qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 {7 n* `6 V5 G# QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- d, k, R- u& |! \! o$ p7 o! GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 ?" C x6 @1 y+ E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' O# ]" I' R) N R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: y, K4 H* B, e4 W4 V) X3 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; E) H( G2 T8 V: t9 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " `4 k. h- W9 T- }$ v+ ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) R0 H6 f5 u9 N- f a4 JBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 Q3 \5 ~% r& J: L& @% l) i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" \6 H! |# W( w1 u) dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) z: g. f$ @4 J% Q! \- G% G2 b3 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ q/ ?9 J' h8 U% cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # ~; l; j' A% q0 o/ k- 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, 7 x7 ~. Z; S5 C4 ^) u
How you suffered for you sanity,4 K+ [& f0 w3 |) s$ g9 k
How you tried to set them free,
; X8 ?! i5 A& {+ ~+ x+ SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! K# F( g+ d0 N" ZPerhaps they never will. |
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