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& L" a7 w8 \! ]1 v8 f# pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) H) ^3 `0 c- Y4 V+ ^) ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 K( e" F% }$ j4 l M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 `* Z5 _% P) X: R2 v# ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 l3 h$ N8 [2 l* [- K4 l( p3 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% U- E1 M' _+ h, D6 J
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 N- [/ _. E" P& y
How you tried to set them free,
8 _6 S5 X4 L: r! o- OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 f5 K& h7 L: @4 i8 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 t5 A# H$ f2 o; t' c X0 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 }. R% p1 V7 w LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' z4 y5 f) g" S* p8 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: r" z+ K G/ q" h0 b: w3 k4 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 } w+ ~4 W! z4 E* D0 m7 @4 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 A' U, g2 I3 j0 _7 J' W0 U! u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ }( L" o+ c& pBut I could have told you, Vincent, . c o) F8 ?1 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! P$ x$ D# D3 ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + o( z* ^9 {, u. n; j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( p7 T) j4 [, I/ ]* G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ @3 v: J. ~+ S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% |+ e1 J) |+ a% l/ WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" Y- ^8 p7 U+ k2 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
" \: |2 U7 A" tHow you tried to set them free,
' ?' Y D7 u* S: u+ i2 H! eThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ f; T+ ^& U) B* y$ r
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