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& b! R/ | Z% \3 QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! b' u _" o: e# m4 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( t \9 P$ i; I T) p0 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& T7 O( E( _% U4 G. h f# ^2 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* O9 {, S5 j( A3 ~/ c& @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 {7 u3 e* A3 a7 A! tHow you suffered for you sanity, . [- r: [$ v- W8 L/ `% z) p
How you tried to set them free,
7 d$ I2 @4 L; ~6 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % h+ h1 G" ]' y, O5 L* f5 D' S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 \3 x! D% c4 Q, E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 i2 P1 F& G. ~) q$ ?/ a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 {9 J3 i [) H% [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" v, _9 j6 D# ~/ Q2 U" M" i; sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " ~0 g* U5 @+ o* S2 d2 Y3 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; |) w3 Q3 P( A. R" X4 {' o) u
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; W" P0 @1 S$ _: I, W% n' X# c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, ^7 ~( T. s; s4 Q! q8 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - d5 Z& W! p, [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 u5 q4 Y' B. Z1 T
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, - W4 @* y* b7 r$ k3 B
How you suffered for you sanity,' P2 M% A4 v, V( D# z, h
How you tried to set them free,
* |& q6 X9 |4 v; e KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ }# f8 t! P9 ?8 oPerhaps they never will. |
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