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6 d) _1 W$ {6 A# F/ x, _& e4 U- X9 j) e( hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; B1 v/ O; C. T9 K4 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * m+ E/ l( T: g4 ~2 c6 Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 p, r K Q4 r7 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. B* {5 [8 n; I: c3 E' {% iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 ?" M+ b% `2 N u7 J
How you suffered for you sanity, $ }4 x3 r" u" U! l: W
How you tried to set them free,
* t7 G4 x; u0 v( jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & N0 p- T6 w9 J9 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " s9 U ^! N9 N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 x* @* t% {$ m" C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % d8 b" o/ V; i5 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 A) Y+ g1 X3 O% X2 N: P0 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% K2 L% }) X1 W- B8 q: qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 t5 w3 P$ n6 X' R: H! i: {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & k0 A2 Z# K- ^+ U. [( F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 K5 e+ o. N+ B: [1 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 _$ D4 K! W. d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 {0 u: f) V( v; x$ V, Z$ g! X" ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & _- F8 O8 L& y; f I2 A' i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ t" P6 R# D" n! {+ V' THow you suffered for you sanity,) a; ^; Q) r. G' }0 |# c6 W; [
How you tried to set them free, : g! i2 x: ]1 A
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 U- M. u; G; |8 d" {2 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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