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* l3 t4 |5 X. \7 e4 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! x! n7 C2 t( d8 O: t( YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# V( o% p/ F; q5 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( G& w$ `: O! xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ i4 ?- w" H2 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,. S: n4 ?8 u- ^( k
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 w* `! `/ s; d3 X
How you tried to set them free, 3 ~& [/ F5 k" V& g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ f2 z( { U* d& x6 \" Q2 t) V5 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - A; W0 @) J* T1 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 ?. q5 F' R. Q7 B9 W5 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / I7 ~: M$ \! T8 b' Z F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' K, p3 y/ K9 n* g! R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - O" p s5 l2 U r) ?; x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 `! [; k( w* Q9 j# r+ I& @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 ?; O- D! Z( y( @) K. `0 WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 G2 m {9 Q' h6 v' J- {3 @+ Y2 L' }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ h" m5 g6 X; O* x% s/ S% Q0 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & Z3 u5 @% w$ x" }; w( e) I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( N: d3 M5 R+ s1 `( G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + z) r0 A6 f6 r- o7 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' ]" S8 }" z4 Q& K0 g
; f+ u5 ]! f1 }4 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: c. b, Z; e7 Z! h* BHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ `) O1 s( I7 J3 N% W2 qHow you tried to set them free, & j& u8 _1 u1 A4 \0 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, y) |0 b) Y. N5 kPerhaps they never will. |
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