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4 M7 ]% T0 @( H5 C7 j9 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 o: P* I* s! z0 t. @' f! |4 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' a, r( M5 M [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 \! C% T8 m3 G* N! O1 q/ a3 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " e( t6 P! f3 m# r0 n( [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" J* K# T8 R- g1 O2 r2 R9 }/ QHow you suffered for you sanity, % X6 L0 F6 ^5 N4 n$ h, i+ B
How you tried to set them free,
( R' l8 |! L7 ]8 c$ W" h* XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ a# c* o% ~9 z4 a$ @: A, a$ JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! s/ y, D& i! B' @5 e, PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # p- g2 A2 r5 v" n {) ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 S$ R2 Z: H! s; ^- uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ d0 f* j& l4 g' n9 B& iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 ~, S. e4 A4 l% |3 c# x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 m2 {! x7 B7 e1 f8 O9 _) S; z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& Z$ l3 D9 u J6 @5 T7 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ k" l6 S, U! W8 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# J* ~4 c& ^; @, @ wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 d5 L: ^$ ]8 A) |4 X0 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; U$ {% x b* j7 j4 D6 K4 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% a5 F% B1 j0 q, E0 T) G. R" W6 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 c; H; @" U. ?% |7 H; a
5 m: G; s: Q5 C. S5 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; z+ D8 ?# C( J
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 V7 t0 B( C3 h8 Y& ]1 ^& A: x( e1 qHow you tried to set them free, A' ~# x6 E# |0 X. V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% B, y2 b3 z" X3 l3 @# b/ ]Perhaps they never will. |
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