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. ?8 r6 Q; q7 w$ QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / ?. w, A! r3 _9 O2 C% V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 w! [: u% ? C1 X g" k5 R* r" h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# s s0 @: t& t- Z7 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 `( M$ w3 b4 Y; i6 _) r- z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* A) C9 ~% Q- y: n [8 uHow you suffered for you sanity, & L3 H0 w% Y$ v8 X" Y! c1 O/ n
How you tried to set them free,
/ |! |4 e6 N- t6 B# aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) j# Q0 O6 U, V: t( T E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. n" U8 ?1 d- v, JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 }6 d0 f& B+ _1 ^$ jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 b" J3 ?; h( E. ^) J4 M0 v& oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- p# ~+ E$ U/ I, M) lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 v8 e! h2 Y1 V8 O3 V5 j/ p3 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ R! t4 r( i y6 K# ]+ tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; a2 e9 v( t4 \# n: b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
T) P: }" W% m8 O$ M2 I1 ~9 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 @1 I" T. K, O% i. H! Q. |5 X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % P) v, E( q f b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; [& G$ u# ]4 d* N8 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 f9 q. k. Q& \+ x" K' ]# N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, t" j8 \) w' |" z5 a# N- g6 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 `" U+ U- L6 }& s
How you suffered for you sanity,2 a3 |' H( F9 B7 B+ c9 g
How you tried to set them free, / j! }) o: F& Y# C$ C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 i* \4 r$ |. y# y5 `9 I# vPerhaps they never will. |
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