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& R+ D* `' O" DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % y6 ?* t# E- X3 ^* _: O9 U( X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + S3 M" G: N' m; t; B/ {& B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; G2 \9 {0 i3 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% K: X9 v' j6 {: u# Z" oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# \: g: {4 P5 g5 _. `
How you suffered for you sanity,
: [: }7 S2 ?# X: @6 MHow you tried to set them free,
6 r2 w6 ]2 Z' w& F! }2 }2 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . Q: P9 r" P" |: K+ K# ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * v: d) B- N+ D) V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" _2 K; J. V% P5 e0 ?! Q/ F7 G! WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ E; k1 h/ v @$ {; J% z# n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 t8 r: ~3 p8 t u1 P4 k1 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; J3 J7 C7 d# A* ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" u1 g- |, I' ^4 Y- _. jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 q: ?# x$ k9 d9 L* e! F! A! M/ C9 f* S
But I could have told you, Vincent, * O4 |3 P0 n* d( P! c5 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 j3 ]; L1 P2 s! |; x# g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 r8 C7 N8 b: hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - Z1 J" n8 m5 b5 o2 q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . u! `+ ~6 t( F0 h7 [' V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : z) B/ |$ L! _& m2 ] l$ ^# }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . f5 P; F" F7 z) B4 }% K. d
How you suffered for you sanity,. `# r7 r$ `& v1 L- A8 b8 F4 r
How you tried to set them free,
% N" K, B. g- e% `' P+ oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ _3 e* r' Y, a3 z0 b Z: r- [4 mPerhaps they never will. |
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