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/ s Z* l. w( ^. e0 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' l- a4 Y% \' C) sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 R/ R2 t2 U- I1 K" \' G" S" Z. @; oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 l+ B+ p) T3 E$ b0 w/ KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 L j* F$ w% ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 a$ p6 n$ B0 U F/ r' l4 ?How you suffered for you sanity, 8 @+ ?7 j' H4 t: r$ F$ D" X1 U
How you tried to set them free, , { ~" n3 j9 A' W {4 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : H1 _; M) L7 I0 X" u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 D' ?4 D4 m" b _ Q* O1 Q, c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ U# u; ?- Z, wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & D/ c8 s/ S2 D! [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 P. r' R" R1 Z0 v# ` m& GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; O8 s% D1 ? h( K0 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 v2 D; x6 p! f3 Z# a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* v9 q- c2 W9 k8 s; R; SBut I could have told you, Vincent, , | W* I% R% w y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 `, I$ d$ n: H9 h4 Q1 b3 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 y, e9 B4 P8 R$ v% w7 j, ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) I1 G% Q0 x1 [( v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! P2 q% B+ C: u5 @% O' _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + o8 J+ v' N! Q3 k! f. e b
1 J, M7 v2 C4 C2 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, Z! x! k. U7 y& J
How you suffered for you sanity,
v) H9 d5 u2 f, [/ F. c) f# t% h; BHow you tried to set them free, % T+ c- c5 t& r$ h. r( ?! u
They would not listen they're not listening still, " z* x: @/ ~: b3 E: f
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