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* N. [" R0 [. E$ b; \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" w. J$ ?& f' h. B* U( L6 M" xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % _ {, R% z/ j" \8 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ g* B' N1 e$ jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! q7 t F) A: H# u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% J+ x& W4 B! @4 U9 T4 Q8 U' iHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 O0 }1 i, w l- p
How you tried to set them free,
2 {) e+ w- n( o- q- eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 r% ^" e" J- t6 ?. O0 j0 b |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / z3 D, U1 p- P0 h# x2 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% u! g/ M! ?! `& q6 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 [: j' _ l0 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) k" y, N6 B; @) G3 w+ u: Q4 m3 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% ?/ O, Y1 p$ {; @You took your life as lovers ofter do, : c' \: `$ V, A# X2 W* X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ A# ?7 C5 P# k1 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! t6 L5 V4 V P" B% }: aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * Y# y) |9 i' S; c1 h8 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ f }. G5 L# v) b8 V+ G0 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 e& u# a( h6 ?! @( t; e; |/ l) qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 _" g! a% \# F' g8 E: f/ DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) ~0 ?( {+ W3 j( n/ r& e* F
How you suffered for you sanity,
, ~0 e4 [, N; q8 DHow you tried to set them free, ' k0 s! E' s' s% ?+ o/ F3 |/ \6 g4 B& v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, j" f5 u4 G* {7 gPerhaps they never will. |
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