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7 x- I! r/ F+ K/ G3 U/ E" {' cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ o3 }9 a% l1 `1 a9 G8 J/ E; Z6 r* QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& A3 }$ Y% P3 d# J8 j6 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& K' z2 E& J3 ^8 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 Z8 i+ O0 J% V( wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 [0 } ?5 V0 ?2 j h% f/ H u
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 T0 ~4 X5 z3 ]# }- rHow you tried to set them free, 0 i, |- b+ Z0 j$ @2 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& D6 |1 h' d/ w" [3 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 t. M' o4 \5 f) zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - S7 j: i: g! l( ^4 Q5 V4 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; z) M' k) ]) v4 q
Weathered 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,
! W4 ?0 r: j9 k2 c7 \; IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' R. b s: a2 b& h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . G4 X+ |# j2 D; T! `0 Y8 D- c- G% S
But I could have told you, Vincent, " j6 a0 J4 Q1 F2 E! {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* Y- Y% r4 a( D% C9 J5 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& W. c! N: @# O3 M" _. @/ I9 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ]! w1 T' |' N& v/ l* x- h+ a: d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 C3 s' G% l% A2 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 V! k" t q+ V1 Z+ t/ O5 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * Y4 z4 k( N: q5 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
* Y1 F+ E6 c& a3 r8 j5 d, S, RHow you tried to set them free,
4 |+ `2 ?# H$ XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. U* S6 p( A4 {$ m; DPerhaps they never will. |
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