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6 Q& M3 U$ p: u+ ?9 c$ UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ R$ D- d; j" r3 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : L/ {$ B: f( _; ^2 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' t' Y. z6 A9 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 ]+ G, s" H! E( _: x- CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. a" ]$ P% d4 C: ?/ T9 b- mHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 o- k2 O N" Y) G. W. F# q
How you tried to set them free, : h) p9 O* i& ~8 x5 V0 A/ o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( N: y3 K8 n# K) g4 G$ c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : o" H: p3 f. Z7 C3 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. ?& r+ B8 h6 s2 D: `$ M. a/ DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' ~. Y4 k- e! q2 T" A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 T: _$ ^8 m* m7 y9 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 d1 K/ j( ~; o! P6 N+ }$ h8 Z5 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" E4 u* W. ]# N0 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 i5 A8 x& x j- `But I could have told you, Vincent,
. h1 |5 Z% J4 ?! dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / {. f; M A. Z" ]. v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- J% ^; q6 E7 k5 X, RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & [+ L! s; {# T6 v6 a! z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* ?8 z9 Y6 I. @4 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, n! D" b, S6 m# y. Q* E" yHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 b; \7 }6 V! |6 {3 JHow you tried to set them free,
5 L$ Z) E& z) RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# Z. r& C5 F H2 x+ X1 I/ D- }/ BPerhaps they never will. |
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