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4 O6 {( v/ Q( R& _& f- BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 b9 Q& }! L' C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 @0 I+ _, u xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( n& m% C$ W5 p3 q' n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " t, `+ D. k" B; |7 F2 a9 z0 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! B# Y- U K9 `7 i) ~ rHow you suffered for you sanity, ; R% m$ i8 K% H6 q7 i8 P! m$ i" c4 }6 B
How you tried to set them free, 3 X- E7 B8 H3 C/ f* a& p; F5 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 _6 S; h& y2 j$ K) NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, l( R# x" Q- z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 u3 o6 o5 q. ~' F3 M7 g. \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 a7 N; ^ W( s! Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% V. Y- D( @& S9 G- J) |7 }( yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 m1 U' h5 K. t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / b* M' {- K) m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* l5 i2 I4 Y$ F) ^( P3 GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 A6 h+ C1 O1 r0 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 B5 H2 ?" X1 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ Q" \+ N9 h2 T' q, G- c1 o5 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 s* |& H5 t9 H1 i& h0 {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; p; M0 K' z$ b( _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % }& g! M3 Y. w3 c, ^
How you suffered for you sanity,! p" a& u! P8 C; M C
How you tried to set them free,
: l% g) h- T; A6 w2 TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. ?8 E1 g+ L4 B' x1 |& H0 K/ cPerhaps they never will. |
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