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# g' S6 h t6 x1 k" t6 U3 F& X0 j2 {1 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* X# t( C5 Q5 _2 ]* XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' c* E) Q- g4 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- t( x% S3 v0 A7 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 W/ f% f% ^$ |7 F: y4 y9 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 B4 ]0 R' ?- M5 NHow you suffered for you sanity, ) r" Z! r1 A4 R/ |- Z
How you tried to set them free,
8 C( |1 D5 j( i1 v4 k3 J! |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) q/ e. p5 W) S' o/ _7 C" y! }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 R' i3 `+ i) y- e& c" Y2 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 w7 O! h* L& b0 }4 @! G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 X! y: [0 r& i+ hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & e7 r: Y. o4 \- w; I, \. t2 L# D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + w' }4 D* r# e4 R/ ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * s- M& S3 a0 P; D O0 y' k* p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . }5 V" T/ Z. H; T8 K) j
But I could have told you, Vincent, % |$ X' c. P$ Q, Q' ~6 ~& z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 y8 {, L3 S4 w) ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : v0 u8 n1 M. `% l2 _' K0 r! [# S3 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ C9 c4 s% `0 I# h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / ?. O E: ~$ {- |* D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . \6 c8 d9 v2 W ]) ]+ j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ F$ o1 m+ I! P. UHow you suffered for you sanity,
: t( w7 j( K3 _9 P, NHow you tried to set them free,
5 ^ m/ h& B7 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, ? p2 U$ g8 n, J+ Q/ z, |( Q8 pPerhaps they never will. |
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