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7 n( W1 G- [ U9 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ^3 @" r- p7 ~' o- j; GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! Q% t, t5 R' K: OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& j8 N' S: P a8 v8 |- Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, c3 {5 x1 n o" t! `& `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. i; t) B( c2 f8 S" i* B( X+ {
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 M1 P. D- F5 \' I, L8 u
How you tried to set them free,
- P$ N7 S" I' f: R! \2 @3 H2 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & h2 G. o. J$ s. a) I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 p$ z! a* \0 J: i# ~/ J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' Q! U- S% a& m; l1 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 [; @# e/ y" I z/ O0 O# O3 g
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,
- _; z2 q1 H+ o: Q( u3 W; xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 {2 @# l/ B, ^" DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 _: H2 L5 }- H+ GBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ B. b4 O% y4 N0 _- f% _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 C X7 o8 F- Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! W; t0 z+ w7 S9 Q# q4 f( j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 M! `0 j; m+ A. } P0 ^) R2 w/ N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) L( _, `2 V: }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # q! o, Q6 [, G a- V6 B
& L2 m! V# l% H' x6 q- `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # k4 ?# K7 A( A
How you suffered for you sanity,! O# k6 b+ z& i
How you tried to set them free, ' ], z9 H+ g3 F( K) J9 d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; C# r6 {4 ^5 J" c- [Perhaps they never will. |
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