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- V" u2 A4 O0 H5 V' n: k( c6 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 ]2 D1 F" x' uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# w8 [/ ^) _" |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 D& v( l6 J3 }: J9 M* P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 T6 j( w- K) X8 d0 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( @- |, Q( m# {; S
How you suffered for you sanity, ; C- [$ R9 C, a5 w; c
How you tried to set them free,
/ D K+ |: K3 K7 f& cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) Y' e4 [1 v& p: p' A- ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ V, j/ k" }3 t- g0 a: }! y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! D, V, }( z5 I; T/ o2 m) [3 \" uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 P5 L6 j, ~9 h/ h8 ~
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,
$ |: n; R5 a. w7 G2 S, b/ S; {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* }# |5 q, h8 Y6 b6 U: i: U% eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% |# C: k. N+ t0 q* ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( {$ \+ }) U% F4 R; ^/ M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, N4 g: @; }' S [2 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( R: G' Y$ J; Z, h* a; ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 J# W4 ]( M) o) R- S1 C% ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : v1 y" S! B, E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / ?) v& _9 U( i q
( F' Q% H! z; U0 V+ [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, }. C! o. d+ `( w
How you suffered for you sanity,% \! \7 X+ }3 w9 l G
How you tried to set them free,
5 `; H, x, y" IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 U6 ?7 q3 j* t2 y, `% RPerhaps they never will. |
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