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. h5 n O+ h& o5 M |. l' AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 O2 g2 X8 S3 z- Z5 z3 k7 E5 Y+ ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: {4 n) v/ A1 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% N$ P! b/ M! U8 a* f3 E" n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . _! E/ E' k L$ k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 E' C/ r' }# Y" _1 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
" b( k3 l/ {, i. C/ HHow you tried to set them free,
3 E! z1 [7 l: U3 e$ W1 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ]- L4 b- `& Z7 ? X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & v$ E# o$ a) U. o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , A6 i& f' j# s' |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' }+ U2 F: D7 P* a, [# l9 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( v" P9 ?8 |3 i2 u9 F4 a% a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- k+ Z" j/ h3 m6 P! y# {% h" |( l3 [! WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 L, a' Y4 U% Z4 b# N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 j4 ?4 c9 L1 u8 U5 D" gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 A: v! D* @( ]: o5 I _( z f/ LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 f- T# K$ n8 D3 n) q# Q3 c+ X0 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; C1 N( h# R7 J4 A; {8 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 e3 H# W* o% h2 c, E, n- Q7 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 d$ k z8 G. {- \ SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * Y1 |/ F L; k3 u, u
d9 W1 V1 }! K- Q8 @. }+ ?* QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 t" O5 ]6 {- i6 H1 W# y# v; ^, IHow you suffered for you sanity,
) @; p. j1 ?9 c' l4 ^) z" ]How you tried to set them free, # l+ y, {" r$ d! u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
|. \/ l: u- ^; P E2 \3 d4 |; uPerhaps they never will. |
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