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! r( P2 M: T! _1 x. rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" L5 k) s% m+ L+ y/ HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ O$ K& {! ^$ D: h+ R" W w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," e4 d* N# b- s* c0 e5 A' u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ W/ Q [: Q% C$ n$ P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 D! p7 _$ \% |$ L2 MHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 R' E* j' T- `. Q# _! |0 U
How you tried to set them free,
. l) M1 a2 ^; l, y2 a: K/ }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: `# Z7 F+ ^' |) `; [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. M7 y+ r% \- I: G/ m4 e/ Z2 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * ^: S ~0 t) g( Q {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 K# g' P& w! |. h8 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( m+ E! W* m4 i% |! p. o5 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) s; K: n* k' Q7 |! Y* FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 t$ a6 ?; p: Q0 H& w% h- b' jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! H# q* s) I, u- t
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 ~( _! |) O0 N E( A! P6 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & |' V! G/ d* c4 n* `0 n* G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 L- X4 s! ]0 k5 I2 E( Y: G8 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! a: L1 L$ A! U6 @/ {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 \; E' y5 _; ?) `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, . W; D: Z- K+ n1 b9 _: s
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 {+ y: H& M( \! g, [" QHow you tried to set them free, # M1 K$ q' r0 p. ^, X! U% o! {
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 `/ |% Y: i; Y1 ?( S
Perhaps they never will. |
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