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- b! N; d2 T5 \3 H* vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( a/ ?5 D+ P: Y" p* K& ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 M# Y8 E d+ r) }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 E+ |' {1 o* Y) l eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , [) ^7 S; U( U6 i6 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
o+ s) G. P/ ]- f* T# eHow you suffered for you sanity, # n5 U) L3 z$ Y/ Q6 o8 q! _/ C" V6 I
How you tried to set them free,
6 C- \8 Z7 M( p3 d9 X9 K8 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" ^/ f" k1 S% L2 V' ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& c6 F! U9 S. o- l3 B. l; C7 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" ^% }5 C! Y% p5 z0 B: b6 r0 K6 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; s- H1 s1 s8 ]/ G% _! bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % c7 t+ `' i: x) D- e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ P3 D: V+ d0 v- CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & V) C3 \# e2 \) E0 E' m$ P8 t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 E. W' O c1 `) R* P2 U* q: q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 \) P/ |# n1 b& mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 {0 D0 x3 ^6 H/ l7 H. ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 w. l6 f8 K2 G% \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( _; f a4 Y/ ~+ h' x" l- I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . n. K0 Z: I$ \) Z8 P& f6 T5 b
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,
5 ]& K5 G* w$ d. U6 M$ n+ aHow you suffered for you sanity,
& ~/ B( I+ R" {How you tried to set them free,
) ?% P; x% `/ g9 y/ QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: G! x- s4 N& i7 d* |$ }0 {" N+ UPerhaps they never will. |
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