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( y+ D: w6 y) N* X1 k2 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . X1 Y, U2 {+ ?+ E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 W( R8 R$ ?4 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# E5 o) P* S) w! S- }+ Q0 c( fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 \3 t% l0 y( f8 s7 V3 E8 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; j% J+ y8 ^; w( v3 w; C
How you suffered for you sanity, U8 L& J6 Q6 z
How you tried to set them free, * N6 Y- Z) h7 x" s& Y0 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" |; E" u% u0 ~4 }2 l* F- HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( T" T! t. E4 u; i3 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 N" t3 d' Y+ X, a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 o0 M0 _# X) A: \/ s" t0 @3 Y2 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- y. f9 B' Q# w7 ^0 }4 G- AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . @! F1 m3 q7 v X8 |6 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ^. R+ g8 o) Q; h9 H8 n$ B; N- Q0 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # I" Y4 a# b6 y; s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 P) t# b0 [8 K9 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 o1 K! B# Z8 o+ ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. s; B: _& N" {9 q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ L+ x" G- Q( X- j4 K. ~) L7 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! ~3 T/ a7 C- ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , R2 O2 w9 @6 m
How you suffered for you sanity,/ v4 e9 |3 R; Z) c6 F g+ f
How you tried to set them free, # x3 \ \. n' C$ J4 x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 u) |; w# X7 w, yPerhaps they never will. |
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