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|" \' t) _( IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; [. G5 j6 H: P- S/ ?5 G! U- PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 `- `0 Q$ O9 b( _* q+ j% l9 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% n) \" o* \* ~# J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% C1 I, ~3 y1 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- q/ T! G4 Y4 z' U$ C& m
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 u+ l+ r: t5 C+ G8 z# S* O2 n8 rHow you tried to set them free,
?) V3 y$ g( G5 q* mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; A4 [% V# }# p% Q: _8 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. ^3 {4 U6 u3 d$ B4 i% L1 U; KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 h# L. V6 r% ~- N! r1 \$ HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . k. _' i+ E7 h; l4 s' M8 j/ T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' n4 a; q/ T- ?4 x* C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! Y# v7 C0 H2 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; U+ p6 f/ f( q( K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 K$ [9 }3 Q$ W) PBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 l0 ]! g: y( ]1 o! D' P" v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / F @6 ?, d1 J; q. I/ {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - B8 Q/ R) E6 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 B$ ^+ {' \7 I4 {& R1 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 X9 a9 X; h$ E& z) P8 a$ X4 B& `0 H
3 t. O! N. [% q& @* CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % @1 w, p5 Q7 Q+ f& |4 [# C
How you suffered for you sanity,. u x. d: y ]" U! M+ y
How you tried to set them free, , ?) `" U$ [# W; s1 N) W- `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- C+ a4 x" @! x7 F( C: Y/ rPerhaps they never will. |
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