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$ S1 u8 M! a2 M+ l0 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - M; i; i$ @1 k- L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! O% ~6 }. E" G8 \) V1 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 m9 H/ y1 ~7 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. I2 m r) u( A8 t& I# c! `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' Q6 z, M1 @- q: Z- @" p
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 t5 d5 a/ q2 o- `* qHow you tried to set them free, 6 S I2 `! Y N5 H/ F& u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" h1 N4 e( w8 P: K9 ~8 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 u5 K' e( \/ d5 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- R- M0 g5 b( ~. Y5 Y3 t+ n- U% KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% ~2 b2 T. I5 a% w/ r/ {! TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' O f1 z; O/ g0 i- w6 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - R5 \4 V* |3 U2 [1 W4 b6 Q L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# X9 R" i9 l t: x" ]9 E1 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) D; Q Q7 E- e6 e4 M3 S: D2 ^. d/ R
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 v! S9 i! V G6 y: ^& ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 D( Q C! j* n+ q& F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" i: ]/ \6 b% y7 P, RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 F1 \1 h( j) l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( C6 ^9 G) D" J8 v" k* v. a/ PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 y( k5 K. M R" v: f XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 E+ U6 q& B/ s; T
How you suffered for you sanity,
w7 [& A, e( cHow you tried to set them free, ; @; b1 g6 g( r0 d! D1 k# t
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 g8 T& y' Y1 S4 @' j
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