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h. f0 ?. u0 f2 U' D) P% UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 k& ^+ u, d5 u. R5 o3 C, NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 T8 ?. n4 p c, i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. h. B: \' K# D4 w1 f6 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 m) N3 f2 U; H' r3 Y" P- j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ C4 K% R0 C" u. E6 n1 N; A8 EHow you suffered for you sanity, " K! ]" u" X7 V# `
How you tried to set them free, . i3 I4 z) n. H4 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 G- F: F6 Q7 c4 O1 q0 g+ dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 D z: z( ~6 l- a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ?. k& y% S% Q! Q$ j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ D: S3 I$ x& o' y! V2 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' E, n0 @" c7 {8 W4 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 Y8 d- s2 ]0 a# P$ j) w9 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " P. ]2 Y; o6 l( x% x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ y" l! w5 u) F& F, k/ eBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; g) ]3 N' @1 h, j) p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 y3 E3 P& b0 `. l: c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 C4 b; K6 G) k8 ^" x) E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( N$ k) [* `! L/ J% c+ t( mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( ~/ { o* c6 F W# r8 |7 Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" {- _9 S2 R! ]8 ^% b5 G2 s- pHow you suffered for you sanity,$ J; p( G: _% ]4 ^7 H' c
How you tried to set them free, 1 p9 D2 e. ?' S8 @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 A$ {+ O0 _! O0 xPerhaps they never will. |
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