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6 u% k1 _9 i6 mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 _& V& j) l" `8 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # u0 u8 ]1 }. ?! ]' H3 L, h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 s/ C% t+ ?- a& v# i6 L( O; ]" V* G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 ?" {/ e6 S k+ f. q( @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; J0 L! c- o7 T! e9 s& I, E9 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 }; ^9 _. [! ]& [& w, ]1 RHow you tried to set them free,
/ h- t4 D C' ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( ?8 |0 Q$ e' i- ?! MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - y. ]: U4 U6 d1 S! C O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 U; v% ]) h, v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & s$ S4 w4 }, L" [0 ~& ~7 E, t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: Y8 h# n# b9 W7 f2 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * r$ K( W8 Z+ N1 U4 O& R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# ]/ u5 F' L8 N5 u5 _9 p3 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & |4 l& s' E' }" L* b' V* w, O4 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 A `1 F2 M; T2 i! p2 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' ]$ X9 O8 E+ LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 W1 ^3 A* Z. VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ C1 Y+ j4 o5 q, y5 |/ o* bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% [7 y& |1 X) X9 a9 J% ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 R% C. f4 A( B* S" a; y/ f7 _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 _# [$ Z, ^* f3 o
How you suffered for you sanity,, T2 x% O+ b! |, q! L. \
How you tried to set them free, ) U! {, t' h [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; B% U# Z# k9 e0 w1 E Z& I- u8 g' cPerhaps they never will. |
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