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- E4 F$ M. ^2 o2 _( G& H; OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- c5 \7 Q' i' s% F. I E' vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 ?5 e0 p/ o0 T% t5 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 y5 [9 r# e: [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- ?. E& I& K9 x. J- Z2 U# E1 {$ ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' `- [8 b# u" F: T- c4 n! EHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 ^6 i' ^: u, s* K) J( y5 y
How you tried to set them free,
" Q" N) y2 F7 f, y s5 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ Y1 O/ E2 U4 A" dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 a- m* z, z# ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 \9 |2 {2 y7 S* e; F% p6 }: YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 o* r: }+ @0 j C4 d) M+ T0 o$ k
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,
) M% Y" m5 ]6 z+ n9 G/ L yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& A) h3 |$ b1 o4 v: ]( q8 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 X* J5 @8 S3 M# O7 G$ y4 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 T8 a6 h2 [; J! |) iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 i) T# E x2 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, x/ k* i" w, V; c$ ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & S8 g8 r4 l% y3 f. w$ o* b" l6 T( q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / s3 u% T9 [+ e9 u# Z+ g$ r* W; x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' X% g' F7 l3 x0 m% vHow you suffered for you sanity,
& o2 \+ ]. U4 u) l5 K5 |How you tried to set them free, # [) z' {. n) Q( h/ v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: l+ b4 u6 e2 V3 SPerhaps they never will. |
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