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; X" \, D6 p, {2 h. ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ b8 N( Q I! }; I% q9 f5 j2 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' y- b7 D1 n0 ?" O8 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) o3 n; Z# g' a7 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' M% B/ k5 H0 j3 d5 {) o9 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" t4 b5 x8 T3 @1 q: {# qHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 K0 H5 W% ]- z& A( p0 s
How you tried to set them free, * Q& H; H0 y/ s% w9 \9 k5 V% U3 h0 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . J$ x( T/ c, ]8 ?- \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 X- v/ S. s- M3 C! h& b4 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) p. Q$ @8 I& m" X) B0 T2 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, Y% ?9 N; | M: I# ?+ x+ x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ c! o% _ Q9 q+ y/ xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! `7 _. Y9 I4 ^5 C7 s9 q( J/ TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) b. _: S3 G! y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' K9 X- i Z5 K% @
But I could have told you, Vincent, # j5 D) H" |+ T, m- o9 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! P( E' y2 W1 x0 t- W1 d# Y1 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / x) H! s' Q+ l" o! N, L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; B% J5 D$ s2 F0 c$ A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 j* e' Z g" A( b# m- d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- R* m$ D- h9 g, XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " `1 D, b1 ~4 X+ D9 V2 R6 K
How you suffered for you sanity,3 {3 y7 }& m# x. I9 I4 x% {9 Y
How you tried to set them free,
4 p1 z6 Q) i0 S7 }& C+ C) y" M7 FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ P+ ?/ c& W5 t& ^7 FPerhaps they never will. |
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