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7 E& u; `9 D2 D: i* z, e2 v" a" ^1 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; K" M* X6 ~; R# b+ q/ oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 e( p" }3 F5 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; m0 y. S# N* hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # x9 z" J! M, {$ V; t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," i' k/ ^% R* t2 k# q1 u1 Z& E0 F u
How you suffered for you sanity,
) N4 |/ r3 @/ V! Q! B+ vHow you tried to set them free, 7 W1 A. O1 N' T# R8 |; h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + Y7 D+ `! k9 w ^8 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( ]8 y, S% }5 Q' z: N- n1 p% M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# |# \0 T5 N% t: t. ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & V6 O4 b3 t* e7 S7 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! k/ {6 G* O2 X6 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" W! g0 @+ Y$ s0 c, U! XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 B) f# C8 `1 a' p8 N" n* k% @ I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; A3 N: ^* ^( y! k5 YBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 W% ^8 f; y4 S9 m& o7 |# @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 Q9 ~8 ?7 ?) f+ HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, {1 b& Q; b: u5 ]% jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' |& i" H3 c$ S& S$ x& B D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, s2 E/ ^; F1 P3 Z: ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 i5 g% {3 v/ F M. W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - _3 d/ F5 m M0 n' g" t+ r
How you suffered for you sanity,' W. S- C8 x1 X% }6 \& f
How you tried to set them free,
9 `* L! q* ]0 p+ o! R( U' h& pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) \0 l% E; ]2 G2 [# yPerhaps they never will. |
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