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% M# w3 E1 k2 i: ]5 y% oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
x" B0 _# w1 P' t7 v, e+ l% WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , E- l8 l) x* X3 g# m+ A& n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
}' A- A3 `+ V3 k* y0 X* j% `% M% hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
Z8 E5 U, F7 V3 c3 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 U4 {" O2 ?9 b2 b' U/ @How you suffered for you sanity, 2 G4 Z+ G4 \) F0 w6 } a
How you tried to set them free, 7 Z' r% y0 j6 X$ t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , s& J6 q* e1 L, f1 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 V& z+ c( p4 L1 a' VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) B, x' u) K/ Q4 e: |$ a9 o5 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 c7 \" u% ~/ gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' V0 f- H2 p$ H( q" l4 U9 P& aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ A; d7 C6 e4 `1 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: [" i# z- O: DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ c1 ?" i; A4 q c, z8 eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# E% Y. \6 S3 l) tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' t7 Q5 ?& w( `7 F. |/ e( [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . J" O% Z' ]( F. a; B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 I2 ?$ y e/ Z/ v. J. ^0 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; t; {% \* X* k* }, G: N: T- t' |2 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - \) ~2 b, Y" r \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 I9 r2 ^5 D7 q0 p; w& W+ OHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 H# s( Y4 L8 k! W: }( q- eHow you tried to set them free, 5 m( R3 i# j0 }* f( I8 k, {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 {: g$ |4 ?8 R& qPerhaps they never will. |
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