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) r/ i+ Z4 n( [& i# RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 {# H! k z' j: X& a) I; i$ L kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / e. ?3 {5 U$ ^0 n' T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* i( ] h# N& RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 H' k9 E5 Q1 L0 u0 n; R" rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) J) N6 ~5 C/ u5 [( s8 A8 VHow you suffered for you sanity, $ T+ c# c2 w9 d/ I
How you tried to set them free, 3 X- X% G+ p; F* Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) x9 n, s$ @9 M) b& g7 h9 d% Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ `, @ n8 ?2 h0 O( x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 h$ N, Z; D+ w" O0 G- h" ?9 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 q* q7 J0 e# I1 w" r4 d8 u, o& f# v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) s }7 P/ E* q% h" _9 ]* R$ ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & z. `" [! l7 N: u7 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ A6 I, `+ o% {But I could have told you, Vincent, : n. }2 }6 u/ K1 j# V) S' ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! J- C5 E" X' u/ k' S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* T" M' X9 C+ c6 p% RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. [" a8 n0 X4 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) i8 N: B- t* e) a; |' O4 U2 W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 Y. m; H; Q8 ]+ w- zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' Y3 ]' V! r; _2 X/ J
How you suffered for you sanity,! X7 ? _ |& G0 V/ L
How you tried to set them free, 6 H; d: U2 W9 i$ ?+ a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 n. B3 i& e; @( R/ aPerhaps they never will. |
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