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+ S& v% i6 G% EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% q2 U y# K" q3 ^8 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 @, q$ w! d p/ T: ]- {2 j. gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ n( Q1 f/ n: v: t; nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * [! |0 f+ J1 ~0 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," k k2 J; _ Y& \* Y2 i2 ? Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 g7 s' q& [4 X: ~3 j8 dHow you tried to set them free, ) \' {6 i9 }0 D4 v0 v: g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; Y4 w& m# o' O% ?' H1 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! S2 b9 b5 X0 @/ T+ p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; a( H- g" w$ C9 \' G3 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% }1 B3 i' P4 ~3 ZWeathered 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, 5 X6 a' r3 r6 r" I) M$ Q; t6 v+ M8 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 l, q* r- |0 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 S: }8 _4 B4 n9 H/ S- O" l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
s& B/ s A; m) {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 H3 ?' Z1 k3 N0 y8 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ M$ v$ V- S& R9 a# }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . \2 r9 X- r; J8 P/ B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% Q/ ]+ ~5 Q5 P: I6 Y! O" |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 \4 Q' M5 V* I( GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 ]4 H) U& l" x: E- c6 XHow you suffered for you sanity,+ w4 V3 _$ \2 F
How you tried to set them free,
/ l, S6 M: e5 t- u. Y4 e% GThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 t0 M# [9 u- b, T
Perhaps they never will. |
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