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4 ] B( W8 C E. H2 U( X1 Y jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . ]( y; I4 y! m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' u: I$ R8 @/ E5 K, {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- N. s5 H3 Z! E" w0 v+ F" e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ E+ C* |' K: r. G1 M& P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- l5 H8 b4 @" W2 Y" P' m; z4 x
How you suffered for you sanity, & T) U$ v7 _8 U T* V
How you tried to set them free,
) }- {4 m: t" u- U' t9 Q# vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & c# e+ d ]6 u9 b3 E; m n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # h: T+ B+ G+ @! Q$ {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 m1 A% d4 X7 O$ E' X0 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% }1 x# }, u3 y8 d% [3 @; Y6 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + `5 p: O4 o {1 R
- a, P6 G5 a+ l' J) e- PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ }, b7 x5 h( w: x& zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ |: L) ?0 @1 b7 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , j. T2 l2 a. u7 L; s* k9 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" h) x: b: s9 }. J4 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 _$ h( g9 D8 w6 c# _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # a* B L# I% g0 G7 D+ z4 D4 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : [# I% }# s3 ^: w- K1 R D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / n* z/ a9 u M/ v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- ]$ ?; a6 \) D, \How you suffered for you sanity,5 S2 `) @5 O, h& f( x& j
How you tried to set them free,
/ F# W' j. ?9 b& tThey would not listen they're not listening still, % r5 L1 l# q2 }: D' e; D4 U2 E5 f
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