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; O9 m5 u# }, X4 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 R, e1 F0 B& p5 U& m/ M* ~' v9 ~! h5 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + M$ p) {0 a4 W) J& e' T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! L$ P( a& g) c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 D' T/ h$ [! m' F( U; t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ b5 w: T. f3 k: p+ \( qHow you suffered for you sanity,
* w7 C; F4 h) J! W& \9 AHow you tried to set them free,
9 C; @ N5 w# A. I; UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 f& y% D" W2 |# P' |' g) ~) |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% u; G2 ~% @# P; U; o( ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( A7 ]6 D/ Z% L4 H& c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: G3 z, J4 z. q! DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) u$ A' z% A& i( E% j) Y9 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) Z: w4 }# D* z" H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& k8 W2 C% A- E2 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 d+ I E }& |, m v9 b% A, fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 f1 P- [3 j4 B' z' G2 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% W: C7 E2 M9 f5 O; TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& ]2 c: |" F4 C( s _ xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * ]7 X3 A, f( {/ J* A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# k8 v2 z. | u3 `* QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " d7 N. V; _8 X2 a
|4 T3 J4 W: p5 C) t" k( T% xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. _# H9 ]( d1 h# [. MHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ `. X0 I: \$ x. S1 |4 o' N$ VHow you tried to set them free,
8 O; |( @: V6 t) I( _+ D5 dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% c c, Z) S& N. s5 A6 Y5 n$ }Perhaps they never will. |
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