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. C$ q; B$ O: Q7 W! b. Z4 }3 p) R xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 f$ G1 h+ @% z, C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ r4 I3 h. H: u: M) D. o+ |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 A7 e! \& S: F% W0 x: y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . s- ]; {8 D0 Q/ g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& t0 [' i0 c* k1 }1 EHow you suffered for you sanity, , B" Q- C( M) j a4 d2 X
How you tried to set them free,
$ x1 |( T- C9 z& SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. z2 y e! C& mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& L u. D+ \8 H* x' C2 {2 YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 R8 \) n2 S2 B: { k. qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 G5 k8 i; p8 ]+ G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ K! Z H. h* b4 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 K7 `" n3 C! ~" RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + d# \- h0 r3 [0 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 C$ Q6 u0 ]# X1 i* _- C$ T/ C! _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. O4 p( Q, E% k( A- S8 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , ]" N$ F$ Z: U6 f2 D) F, T( [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 _( `9 h8 _8 S4 I& `: s+ FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # [# z! U' X1 H& {: }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% ~: J7 \, o+ W% gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % n' B+ V/ J" G' G- J& x
& L; O* }* y8 z! kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ l9 c) V) ~( E' k/ @/ w, f% b9 ?3 L WHow you suffered for you sanity,* K! |; F |- s& y7 e
How you tried to set them free, ; m5 \6 i9 A" j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ J+ n7 H$ t' Y: ?* oPerhaps they never will. |
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