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/ T4 E0 H3 C/ ]( {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 N: Q" w: c* a" u+ {" mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 G3 ~( d4 m8 c' @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 i* Y$ O* G8 T) f2 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, P! L/ ^2 l9 O3 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 V/ { z& a$ |$ \8 _+ R
How you suffered for you sanity,
( n" x0 S4 _" b' o+ p+ E9 ]7 CHow you tried to set them free,
5 Y$ I8 A$ @/ ]* qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% N" P. q+ C4 l- j. hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* l V; J K8 o' f8 @+ PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ K- T/ r& U' V& P2 a+ FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 t( z- W& G- o O, ?3 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) X, i. V0 q, E0 y2 O% @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( U. p6 _3 X' Y& B, k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ c. ~+ u( q" w8 s/ iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 x' k6 D! [7 L5 x, v5 C7 mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& x. F( U3 I4 z5 k) }- b" A/ aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ T5 W T9 w# n" M8 y, S& K; lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & z U1 x& {2 }6 u4 P# F/ h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - g; K5 T8 z( ` E5 Y- k0 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , Q3 T9 s2 i; _) z5 S& d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 u2 G$ _/ x0 H8 b9 f* z: f
8 t9 m9 y) z) |7 M% iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 ?1 o @9 G& c9 b: K
How you suffered for you sanity,
* a. o; b3 ? i+ N ]& m6 e% P) uHow you tried to set them free, 6 r) {6 T, m3 V% d4 L; r0 e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ q; @: C% a8 }$ }5 p1 hPerhaps they never will. |
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