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3 o) D6 S5 k+ o/ }6 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ^& L( U0 ]9 y3 O5 c- F9 k. c0 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 L Y" h& @( p0 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 [; I* h- \9 f$ B# BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + `+ E! F) o- Q; F4 u7 B! b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; M3 ]5 C* y/ \& p; K% b
How you suffered for you sanity,
. t. B0 C4 g! e& u/ e0 b/ _. wHow you tried to set them free,
4 M1 i/ P4 o+ [# O) \. k% A$ aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , n1 s7 d# T4 {- K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 k8 w9 h' N- ? C+ E1 s' z GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 z; F5 H% v n( @! eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* _6 J& J1 u4 b4 Y( IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . J5 P7 Y+ \' Y1 C6 K, H
" M& E" s# C& q; l$ cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 |# B! N% f# z5 C& ?8 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ q' ~/ p# [% f& j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( n: u) i' O5 A6 {- C# D7 PBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 W. R* e) s) t8 `6 m3 X2 F3 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% [6 l) x1 u, }4 W) @- SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! i6 @; t! p1 V7 n0 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' I" l$ E1 [4 o2 { q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / Q$ R P; v A
' ?) T" m8 F$ |8 Q* s3 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' x7 B& H% X/ l7 v, p4 T5 VHow you suffered for you sanity,$ Y3 f( {* L7 k
How you tried to set them free, 5 ]) k; V! m' y% c- |7 v( D3 M
They would not listen they're not listening still, u+ B6 \9 R1 q8 |- T
Perhaps they never will. |
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