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. s, ? r6 I h4 E8 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. O0 v8 }* W2 S8 h4 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 O4 H+ z0 z! f: b* X& G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
J# J; y5 b0 P8 O8 F5 m* kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 A- J! k, y- x3 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 e' ?' O1 J% Q0 i: s5 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 R% J& k2 Q: `* vHow you tried to set them free,
: l* h, ~2 n8 _" ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # ^2 F" N/ N! U/ B& _$ a2 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 A- q! g9 d% P3 m N9 r* cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ A- a8 k! E. V& ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% q/ B* o# V/ H$ G4 m cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, L! w2 n2 l3 V! u3 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; {5 B: @# e# a3 K8 Y+ {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 W! J6 y6 @+ P2 @8 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 p: t7 ?* Z; p$ p% tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
b6 S: D4 p5 ]# b4 B* A' v# }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: k4 q2 r) B1 n6 {; q! e" xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 B6 e1 k% p1 ]+ s/ v. y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 q; N9 h& T$ Y; k3 a, ~6 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' P3 q# L$ D* A, q, X8 }3 w) B/ B) v3 }5 kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : V" O. Z. t& Z3 J5 D+ p
+ e6 Q5 ]) s ]% O' v4 z3 @3 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ a! u/ k) a, w) G. Y7 {How you suffered for you sanity,3 ~' \$ @7 n' l% e: H. |# s
How you tried to set them free,
5 E" \0 t2 v3 |, P+ gThey would not listen they're not listening still, . C5 r% G# X1 C6 k) W$ h7 k! _8 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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