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/ o K& h- K7 x- Y3 @6 p GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# b& _8 N0 H& wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 E# v4 C Q3 q' e- h7 H/ WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ G4 D5 Q% X1 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. w A. d6 y! g; C5 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 ~/ K3 N% H; b$ ^5 Y& rHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 w9 d2 w: ^: B; }* m h
How you tried to set them free, & j. J }& z t5 I! L) m) M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 Z1 ~, A h- I0 n" ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! R5 k! x; ], S$ L1 V w2 {& [; o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* p U# c) c$ l& h0 u7 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 i M8 a" ^1 m- g# W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . Y; e7 C. p. P7 M; z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 F; r# z H% j0 T, ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) m. A3 D O6 P$ d5 D, `% A. x* QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # c' U8 g* y; j1 [: a2 H; P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 d% U" { z3 Q* T; pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 n! a# v4 r7 Z) g$ f4 t! h8 B" HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( {" a6 Y# U9 ]: I# R$ z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 [% P$ a) t" K/ Q0 ]0 v+ HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + o: Y8 n0 K, N+ A6 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. a; V- ~; d8 @2 ?8 S1 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( y8 K+ L0 [4 M! `. y7 a' {" }How you suffered for you sanity,* ]* C! k8 M, z9 e
How you tried to set them free,
' t6 Q/ L( P6 |- | p2 mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 e# N. X. G$ G2 nPerhaps they never will. |
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