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5 w2 I) q5 |0 e; I+ r) Z. K1 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; O `* ~! B0 F. S" q% z' OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 ?$ O5 O3 U+ Y0 l( t" h* Y3 U+ r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 Y& G3 Q3 O5 |; n, o7 }& U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 i6 G J. C, r$ @9 t: n9 N$ G- `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. ] L4 _# {# J) V
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 e! L6 a! w4 Y# t, NHow you tried to set them free, 8 e8 v/ Z1 M: B9 m. G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + b! r q6 w; t0 k* Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% L O, P( D' XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. h' I' P" M! @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / w; C5 W: _& A% T5 z3 I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : }6 d Q& Q1 Z& b: @- o& n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 I: a) _1 p u5 q2 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 \: w* T6 f* M+ H2 ]/ v5 P4 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 H- k' t7 @0 Q: v4 r9 Z$ h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; {7 y% I* A9 R5 t+ pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" ]* |9 S! A! {) U3 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % o" {* \2 X- J4 \/ k8 @! |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* J' ~- R% |4 f! K4 m) ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& _+ V' \( b0 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( v# e' Z% O9 m- l$ o% d; e6 G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* a8 P4 f& e3 K0 E8 DHow you suffered for you sanity,' u7 |1 ^9 o1 |# d, s
How you tried to set them free, : B2 j$ u. ^) q4 R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( t* u5 {+ C. [* d3 g* H# vPerhaps they never will. |
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