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8 o7 T3 o% a# g$ B3 N8 \8 F' aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 w9 M6 P0 O8 F# d0 J1 D3 Q; }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % |5 c2 P, V5 t1 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 Q. T8 V. V, v+ z8 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # \* o& h% j4 F, M I$ [( F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' K: Y9 d5 v) X' r
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 c1 T! A8 P( B( R4 t% QHow you tried to set them free,
- ^# R+ |. j( d3 n7 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( M: ^8 U% `5 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 v6 v9 n& g' ^, M% @" ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 f4 w: P7 n: B2 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
^2 s- Q8 m% B7 @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, $ r. A+ p7 O- f \2 s6 S9 q4 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, G5 j; t- p+ x5 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, Z( h( a8 I Z& J wBut I could have told you, Vincent, * k2 R! N5 L, y, a$ g0 r% ~6 |/ q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ p, Q9 f& b, [0 Z' }+ k. BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 `1 z: T( Q1 d0 H: {. oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - V! Y0 A6 @; |- f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ v8 h2 W3 d7 j# T! f% P6 ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% u9 a$ V# E5 o GHow you suffered for you sanity,
* x8 W& t$ _( S1 T) HHow you tried to set them free, & E/ g* W5 v$ q
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; |+ G+ ^) N, Y$ E+ R
Perhaps they never will. |
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