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0 {# n2 m: z7 {( R) P6 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 b5 ]" r$ Z: g8 y' J! A' O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 w. V8 ^1 S! M5 Z$ ^: PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* b$ k& f* J! `, O1 Q. C) h; `4 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 p3 \, N% R$ LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ u. {" N/ f% U; RHow you suffered for you sanity,
- L% w4 a9 ^# zHow you tried to set them free,
" [ X1 Z- M$ a6 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 s% o! W+ S dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 I& F1 g1 Z" n0 L# I, cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 V# S( q% |5 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 Y n& g5 q; \3 v7 S0 j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ U8 e3 a" T0 A+ JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " U8 ~ Y Z E# s1 ]0 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 ?; n6 v2 b8 Z! L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 k2 X- v! W1 o" S7 fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* O, a& O. c' f2 v2 G8 O! o- pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& E! H; Y+ P& C3 @- X# ^! ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; O- p, C p. i% D' Q' vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
s* W+ w1 n, J4 r5 |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 C9 N9 B7 ]# f# C. k9 C7 |2 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" I' `. z8 f. J* PHow you suffered for you sanity,! }* s0 N. x) N
How you tried to set them free, ! t% M6 L9 P9 j0 c- L7 |
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 `9 R. Q6 v! G$ F
Perhaps they never will. |
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