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8 O" i3 z6 d$ k% a6 \! Y ?, eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) U( i. y* N7 P2 l* E# v' B1 H5 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ v# ?+ a; S' A; g6 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, u; A! y! X0 i; G( ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( f* q3 u1 a# E! B ~5 A1 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; @ K/ ~9 r0 K, X. V+ gHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 _7 i' p0 k; P7 rHow you tried to set them free,
/ x; p. B6 }% d/ |0 M( [6 j8 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) ~6 Z0 Y9 x; G* h0 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 W* M. V9 h- h7 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# h- o$ n% y, u' o! ?# A5 W- Y$ KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 k3 }0 l0 J; H8 i; C5 t( W8 g' e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( a& t$ _" ~' |4 `; G3 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - c0 K3 n' V/ @. R( p4 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ ^, {, I" R& `+ g# ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: t' x! W! G& m4 y- \But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 s+ l8 E! ?( s; A6 O' c. M5 P4 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 H$ u9 |1 U9 C5 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 X! V/ H6 Y" L$ ]( I4 b( o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 R. G! o+ ?& c& b5 G, x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 t5 g8 K+ f7 g; B
5 a& ^! y k$ N& i+ }2 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : q' S& O' `0 x' l9 r* @& U
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ w- P4 `$ d( S# MHow you tried to set them free,
7 n3 u# V+ c. n6 d+ @They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ Y u) M# k, v7 LPerhaps they never will. |
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