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- X; k% `4 E) T1 P5 y9 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& Z+ S1 |7 R- ]1 A' K" h, l/ ^3 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& a% b3 O5 H2 }$ W+ @4 o8 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( S/ i6 {4 T# v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! S# |; ^' V2 c, [0 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
T( e: v7 i7 F3 ]) x" l' SHow you suffered for you sanity, * j+ P% f# G, m# G
How you tried to set them free, ! I8 C+ t( G. X- u5 d- W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 X/ f! ^. Q6 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% W) l/ A& N0 b0 _( ` N4 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : O9 m4 v9 _$ }) O8 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * l7 I4 q* N2 r8 h9 J4 \6 V/ f, I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . H9 O/ Q- i2 `4 c' q
; F; c' L( m) w& Z2 P2 x. a; G$ rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- E. [- U1 b0 L! ]! f" B1 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; {( x# G7 _. l- H: ^6 m2 u& V4 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / E, F% `* z5 m7 M& A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 i* k/ B, H2 S5 S1 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 X i# X* m' W! d" f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ e' z0 c1 p! O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- w: v- B- D2 M z! @- sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' }9 F" G2 B- @! B h j0 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & ]# g% ^' ^: p6 x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# M6 h: `& ^6 V3 _How you suffered for you sanity,) O0 w6 Q6 |2 {4 G* z, C
How you tried to set them free,
; `9 t* x: z, f& I$ p/ @6 WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# m1 z+ V& _0 TPerhaps they never will. |
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