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0 i$ o' r. `/ b. L9 j8 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 n2 @7 Z0 o, m) c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 T) o% G, j# |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( `: k# Y: R. N$ G6 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 N1 q5 U. ], o0 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ P8 h$ Z# Z8 Y8 R2 o, AHow you suffered for you sanity, . a: J4 ?5 l) M- W$ q- B! p/ R
How you tried to set them free, ; i- j4 R2 E/ b3 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + v' N! e! W! n- ]+ N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* z' N8 [1 B6 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / O9 \ G" H! S$ M! r$ t5 O; \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % M2 @5 ]! R6 Y0 ?0 j, R0 L
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,
' c) t- v/ a' O8 ]0 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! x/ M4 @! R3 {/ h m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 a) A- P! e) Q7 {; MBut I could have told you, Vincent, , W6 _! y" m" G) T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" _9 W5 e# E' h+ a6 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / L/ j) g8 F+ i/ V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % g( H' B0 L" ~5 M6 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! T0 P9 x. f0 O% X6 Y* `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / H1 ~; F) W+ B
How you suffered for you sanity,# U/ l/ G& a% i0 ~0 q
How you tried to set them free, 7 Y) m4 h8 l) E3 |. t! s( D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ S8 t0 w- R" w- iPerhaps they never will. |
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