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7 M1 A1 K& ~" X, c2 ?- Q9 P' CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
u. h! L, ]% g4 i' P+ pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 |) n2 L& O# F% v7 f' PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 I6 m' g9 } U! w# E6 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' z# H8 S6 D. D) y, l6 v* c% y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 b4 F! r; {: z/ M9 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 {, k0 p# S8 Z6 @How you tried to set them free,
2 v+ h" j0 l4 f3 l% i7 |1 z# M/ hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * U }, N, V4 ^1 P* x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " A2 [' x# s. t. }3 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& s" @1 W% [1 k0 d6 j* ` f9 z8 ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ T, i% t3 E; Q0 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- U( F; ~( O1 f' N3 x$ sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 v$ y4 Y( [" g1 K% ^" X1 \$ I. P( d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" P$ y6 k8 N& V' y) o; e L' aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 i1 x0 S3 n# z2 b; R/ [2 vBut I could have told you, Vincent, & k( N. v' v9 Z6 D8 e+ g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 E2 N+ W2 U7 @+ q6 `5 O0 j, G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ V) n% P3 [7 g+ g- ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% H8 y" v6 q$ M5 m, ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ \/ n4 v z- {- v. o3 F3 F4 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, b% t2 X9 g1 j7 @: {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 d/ [$ j# Y) E/ W- I: S+ k
How you suffered for you sanity," e8 Z9 ?7 P4 _
How you tried to set them free,
- q" C( D- p, O5 T- SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) E8 E9 J" N z/ W0 }: |2 G, [Perhaps they never will. |
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