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4 B2 j; b0 g. vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ^5 o: x+ |0 D8 [" Y) RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' f" ]% B" ~& Z u1 B- i7 \% A9 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ r+ a1 \3 O! c+ _/ E% [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) A, `2 d2 u7 h# M' \" L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," t$ m$ }6 x" Q0 N$ q; u
How you suffered for you sanity, $ h4 I9 Y$ G6 `9 }4 ^9 P" C, S* U
How you tried to set them free,
" b+ s8 N; M9 q3 _' {& D+ nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 b( w$ ^0 F& SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / M/ E) m/ M( A0 D0 Z, b$ k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ^$ A9 s. i3 g% `" A# W0 _+ B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 w- ~; k, B! q
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, ) t1 G& w4 ?, ^' g4 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) W0 v* k) v2 W4 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, R- E1 i! Z" l6 j" \& ` f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 K$ ?8 Y7 [) c/ aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) `! A% g2 z- b) ^" m; o
' }7 n1 {$ b+ W& T+ IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- `3 f2 {7 f' wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' s5 `+ u- n3 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: e0 d) S* W+ J0 }5 {1 e5 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 d# f" D) t: a: F& TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 X7 y, Q, ` d9 k9 y5 {: s! E
How you suffered for you sanity,( Y- H0 R) `2 o& m
How you tried to set them free, 0 J# e0 ?; \. [; F5 u6 B, B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; }2 b( R9 {6 P. J, KPerhaps they never will. |
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