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6 H% {9 A, c, U- k0 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, S+ P% u6 B4 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + a$ r, X9 K, K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: |$ U ]9 j" M, B7 X. o& v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , B6 a' S& p9 t$ ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 c+ t7 b6 a/ r" |% i' _- m8 V
How you suffered for you sanity, # |# B6 N& ^/ u1 a1 |; K" G, p* p
How you tried to set them free,
& u; g4 g; J: S5 X0 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 {- v7 N) m) w K- ~6 [# BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + Q( ^/ M% K1 ]8 [1 r/ X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, H. c) k* Y* C, C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- f" L* ^. M% e3 _, \7 W4 [3 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% a0 X N! U/ L! q$ ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) \# l' D3 a+ U- O) E% k3 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% w1 N, j; L5 Z6 E- m: nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# Q. g& J8 q" Y$ cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 Z Q/ O& `8 L, W. K% wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , P4 E5 H6 X5 M" W6 G" P% w2 T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % G. N- A! G2 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" i% N) w+ D+ n1 ^: uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, `& s3 |$ _; @0 _1 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ F: T( h1 B0 c- g# eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. y" z: N( T( o; B7 SHow you suffered for you sanity,( M: f: q) [+ C$ j1 y0 v
How you tried to set them free,
1 \5 g7 Z% q; K- V$ yThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; `$ R! l& M* w" `% M' T3 a+ A
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