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# ?; b6 f& c( a3 O3 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& ]+ M0 P! C' F, k# K- P. mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 L Q! g& ~$ |% x3 ]1 x# LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 ]0 ^9 p b, e4 O0 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . B5 q& Q" m$ u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- Q8 i1 Z; h# a p2 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 c; S, H% _; Y2 nHow you tried to set them free, + U& b3 Q- g8 P+ T9 R, k- N7 F* `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- V( Q- |# Q- X+ aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ t, {+ J; a" t* L0 t5 q" E- N0 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. |8 @0 n: t3 J9 U* c: uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 C! H" E0 ]% r) m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 Z# o+ M3 R/ {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& |# E6 S2 d( u6 v: B1 [& pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% m }/ q2 a6 s o5 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 b: E' ^; N# O& E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( ~1 s6 j: y5 s, Z2 ?4 t( PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) T( j5 Y, k( l/ E4 v5 s# V' t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; A2 e4 O" k9 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , Q6 l& F. t+ p# z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ |' V, `' v5 ~2 I& ^! HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + E: H, D9 h( h* a) V. h" \8 @3 ^: {
& P! ]+ S# P* o, j* LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - @" y2 |1 |% |+ U' b* t
How you suffered for you sanity,
) M+ C) C: x5 x3 vHow you tried to set them free,
9 C/ W Q* l2 g: M" `) i, }7 d# R0 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) Y9 R7 C% r' V, MPerhaps they never will. |
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