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K* {/ q3 u9 I7 m; GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
g2 _3 a# B' b. ~1 A$ B, r9 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% p+ d9 ?4 J; [5 K/ l/ f: o; uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* x& g4 X$ i( W5 c m0 K7 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& |0 E; R- ~( w ^$ ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- u. a* M) @( T! h( zHow you suffered for you sanity,
' A4 e( y( S% P1 H% H/ WHow you tried to set them free,
) M( B" ~$ S4 n/ w" W8 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 W( O; O/ K' l1 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* J4 N. e# d# {& _- W# sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 \$ ~ @" x2 f& K1 B8 }1 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 c3 f6 U8 b j" `# p& \; _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : N5 \! V* n7 Y) B) ~9 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " [1 o2 ]( C( z0 U0 S5 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! Z) m1 Z% e& `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 J0 D- ^" r( L1 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, - q4 ~' V: V/ b& ^7 m, O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) y/ h: z0 F/ _: b/ m# R! c4 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% l8 Z- Y! U9 N1 \7 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ Q3 {; ~3 s: a7 P5 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 C$ ~' v4 l8 k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! n) \0 J, f) l. `9 l7 O- I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . l7 s: }; n# P0 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
* u) Q C; F- `1 X! m8 D' tHow you tried to set them free, , K& Y0 q# b4 [: r: {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ s. C' E# k% k$ |4 X$ I/ bPerhaps they never will. |
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