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4 k4 H+ |2 ]; OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: r4 [' f# v6 c. kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 H1 K0 H2 L8 z9 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 V; g4 N& j4 a9 G ?3 ]1 ~9 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 |( G0 G$ U; `+ g0 X2 l& @. I" f1 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! I' I/ |/ Z# B- p- ^ @; ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 @. D. Q8 n3 W; T3 VHow you tried to set them free, : H) y9 O3 n5 z$ m; E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 P' R1 O# c8 G' l& S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 w% b6 ]6 }$ R- o4 x% V! U4 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 g, x; I6 o9 m- E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 v: ~; O5 Z% ?* Z SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, {( D1 t. D6 k* @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 Y6 l/ f6 x" HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' q1 u' v5 m, n5 s& M9 f
But I could have told you, Vincent, & i; S5 ~+ c, ]+ m1 ^" A2 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 k+ d# ~, [. \! D3 n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / J$ @5 {! S, c! F2 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 G3 @/ I3 l; OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 }- u' I$ P( [ E+ r8 J# i1 q0 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! y1 q1 P) X/ k1 c, e8 `' x5 Q& D
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 Z0 E) t, C' |# S/ [2 h: M6 tHow you tried to set them free,
8 \ \# r4 @' T9 V* c, _+ o7 V; WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 F" J- p) {1 w% @Perhaps they never will. |
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