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5 F0 r8 A: y8 `* YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; R5 P$ P/ V6 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - h u8 d0 f$ x; ?5 \) ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' i& ^$ n: G8 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 L+ ^; ~5 W" cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. h9 Q+ T& b6 F! g' a( KHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 r) x. Y8 {3 _( ^. b
How you tried to set them free, $ N4 l1 l& W! S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 M' ?4 e' K2 O' E o* A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( n2 Q+ Q0 d7 H: O! @0 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, n7 o6 g* n8 h' y7 }! @0 @2 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ Z# E6 |- S: ~6 H( h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 R; C, [' X8 ?" ]% d3 m3 o, b5 f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 s: M% {; J7 a* i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # x# I; f) u6 d( ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' t0 n, a" W. e6 f% u
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 y8 E) O% `2 n0 w$ v5 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ @1 J2 }5 P9 h9 d5 [/ gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) I/ h% X( @1 j) A; r# c HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; a2 s7 n- W: ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- X9 g" [3 u, k. T5 ?. KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! {+ Z% w T' ?6 X- {( x7 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # Q4 N1 c3 m* u- Y- U+ s
How you suffered for you sanity,: ?5 x, L! y/ \8 V: }, q
How you tried to set them free, 6 u7 o2 @% f0 R4 N0 [* n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ |& H, g, J, `3 i! D8 V }Perhaps they never will. |
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