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. d6 q& J; B0 c- |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - `0 V8 G4 \; t2 t, Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 M; o' u/ F2 f' X, }- q% v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 y3 {9 A' E- F1 d ]: k' ^) N9 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 m8 Q5 g5 Q( s1 N0 ]- `* n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: Y: V- m# k; w* p d7 j6 Q, X! v
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 c. x& ?/ S* mHow you tried to set them free, . R/ T/ D: Z3 `3 ^% a" v9 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 \8 s# n# P% [' Q7 x2 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 o0 c& k3 L2 e" |1 c7 R# l# u9 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# O8 N0 g+ g ]" g' Y' T9 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # y4 u: P" @' N6 |+ N) T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. X0 y9 d+ V" M$ RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 y$ E( e4 o4 v/ |0 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 C9 Z* F0 @5 j2 T) T- N3 W2 u" t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 k) e. }( x$ l! LBut I could have told you, Vincent, & H8 s( |. g. u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ T n; i( H% l* jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! U+ d* C( d- {6 S+ w3 B/ dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 Q, \ ~ G( c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, Y6 |/ M4 W- z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( u7 \. i& D# f6 S% l4 `' w6 ^* `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / F$ x. \5 |9 p: `. h5 l/ J
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 s9 ` c3 y; U9 ?' gHow you tried to set them free,
: |9 b8 B/ S$ @/ d7 aThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 q9 S# l/ |9 Z; ]. a# c
Perhaps they never will. |
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