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" ?0 }' r6 h) b. rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# K4 I( _: Q! N `5 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 A W' J# h; I" `& n2 VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, J, W3 z7 c9 d# _6 b. ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# r4 g9 M8 t# kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 [7 _7 g) r0 I' f/ E- rHow you suffered for you sanity,
, A+ K. j) h9 K4 l, R" fHow you tried to set them free, % R* v; I6 r/ v6 S4 Z6 c* ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 _' u, X& y0 k0 _) z+ vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; A: m$ R8 \" J, VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 V: d e* }1 t- EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" B- z+ }6 ?# K, P8 ^: ?7 aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 T' h$ C$ e/ e( \' M- a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- E% Y3 X+ k# |1 M! j/ C: bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* X+ N+ k$ M0 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 [8 b7 f6 H1 n! p! u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
U6 R g. U" m( U9 S" n7 A$ [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! F) i+ P' v9 o3 z. V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 S, N+ \( b$ o/ e* b! P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 k0 K% D. _- q& j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 Z* H9 \% F1 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 R. n' K) e8 P$ R+ CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) ?; _5 K5 ?5 i
How you suffered for you sanity," `$ i& G. q2 y- A7 f
How you tried to set them free, & f8 X0 ], S1 @0 |& U- ?# |
They would not listen they're not listening still, + l q! r+ `$ U; |* k
Perhaps they never will. |
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