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% [+ Q; G6 h# N4 }9 r7 k! OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: @8 o- O5 s6 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
{7 h% f( k" u- R. mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. n+ |7 K2 d3 Q% i8 x" J' u& D1 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - k$ d9 v! I0 ]% l6 o4 j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% J9 c9 z* B j& nHow you suffered for you sanity,
g j6 p$ `, z g) V2 jHow you tried to set them free,
6 r$ \% r' H- h& D: b# K" E* D7 s, {, hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * y' |- v! _% Y% [) t. @/ C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ ?( e9 O& J( v4 F: @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 B' l% r6 T4 a% A9 p3 x! V/ N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ M- g' D& Z& g+ w: I) v& f( |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, $ _6 L( O0 m& ?/ C8 R- c4 j5 Y5 u3 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ o: \+ W. p. G0 _7 _; sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 l: x* o, L6 `0 m0 P0 {5 KBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 B6 E) ^( \5 k+ C7 e" b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 c+ w: Y5 K X Z$ q- aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # D5 Q5 k; n# ?" H6 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 m' v1 X% h5 ]9 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( r9 h) o2 j. V5 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 ^* o( v7 r) U' N( q2 s* h) d
" ~9 s& R. m u5 ?8 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 |0 I f, O4 {0 o* c7 t- i
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ X7 V! M# M+ F, i- U$ VHow you tried to set them free,
& G, h2 |* y# Q: `They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 }9 z8 F O, VPerhaps they never will. |
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