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i0 {6 Z u5 _& HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ k$ T. k+ R7 Z+ R2 l: F1 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ r$ g8 s) Y/ ]2 X0 H% e' sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% z, t3 v# t1 H% U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: t5 ^' A) e7 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% P8 c" r4 [ r) e( ~5 a& _4 [7 B, b' VHow you suffered for you sanity, ' m& M! U0 n# O( Y7 C8 j4 l
How you tried to set them free,
: { E; q: S$ {1 C. W/ @8 V: t+ W6 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 v6 _2 Z, H# T0 w7 I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 L Y! w7 {* U0 G, K1 l' h& U3 P8 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : w1 u! e9 ?; w# }4 l6 ~# X/ Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, _: h! J" s: KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 J9 a) t, Q3 c# P6 z4 t5 {/ R7 }
# k0 ?+ z6 `1 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ f8 ^1 E1 ]" \4 W7 a5 Z' ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- _- _, B& R3 w& A! PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . c: @ ~" Z& M& W: A+ n( ?; O4 \
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ m7 R1 e( l0 P+ z7 B& e7 e( Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' {5 g. @6 }1 k- E3 D! D$ L4 N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * ]" f" C- d+ ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( H @, V- E0 H# Z' l) K+ J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 V9 O2 _' w4 f! `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * g, Z6 w' U6 ^' q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; T' J2 C4 t; @2 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 |7 S/ l1 h; F8 kHow you tried to set them free,
; F$ h- E+ R# O1 W2 |They would not listen they're not listening still, ( {( T2 i1 v% V" D& c* t
Perhaps they never will. |
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