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5 ^8 z: ]: N+ y9 J, i- ]$ {, I& m1 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ h3 k- H2 x# o6 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 \! H1 _. H5 L4 A+ Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( Z, r- [. B6 Z0 z( G! S+ d7 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; e% R9 X* n3 t8 I% lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 } Q8 B, _8 c$ wHow you suffered for you sanity,
- v* t7 V; n- r% w* m0 D3 J3 G- XHow you tried to set them free,
- A) `$ s5 }2 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ |' A) T. O6 M' X0 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 |& G! f9 t2 {% kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 A. f+ i+ B$ G) R4 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: G( t) R- b4 _3 j( U6 u/ xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 F( H! c0 a" |+ X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & P& y# @1 @& O$ A" I; V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 _( L c! B/ H6 k9 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: a) e+ }5 t6 T0 @4 GBut I could have told you, Vincent, # |! l4 S! ]8 r; g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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r% b+ z/ j; SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( Y T" X4 u8 f C2 {% j7 |, nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 `9 Q9 G) j# eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 A# Q3 R/ n8 p
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,
' Y1 r1 ~! I7 c& l) gHow you suffered for you sanity,! ^7 p# A- M* h" N' i
How you tried to set them free, ( o) |+ i9 M" Q n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 L# L% o) e! [# y- ?Perhaps they never will. |
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