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& S+ x' _+ x- I- T) HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" q. m! u- Z2 l" V: } P6 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. w* |0 O. M; [1 I1 s; KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' Q$ u5 ^ [2 m* I- s, MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 ?# o7 x8 R; g2 x7 H" |& YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 w* V5 a' s' v( Q" V$ uHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 _9 A t. S/ V& J1 N! o
How you tried to set them free,
2 _3 t% T5 J9 u, v' ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 t6 \. ~. @) y+ s4 ]; O, y) iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " n, L _1 [3 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 h) k! b s N: {" g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 B! X, o- m: m8 _- \
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,
+ [5 x! F8 {( f- lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 o0 _" W( X! Q1 y2 A; nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& V& W$ B/ X) }' o* J8 p2 \But I could have told you, Vincent,
! h' U* \/ _# }; B! cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 T" g5 z& A& Z: I4 k4 J# u! \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( K0 f5 w- _, w1 s3 _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. n7 s _1 [2 S6 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; y2 d, t; ?4 a) f4 `9 F. k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) k; R) L3 [: x- _' H
& W* v8 T* T9 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 f: E7 B7 v& O2 jHow you suffered for you sanity,) x& K3 k) N& b; Z& J1 B
How you tried to set them free,
5 E. g* z9 L% o6 y5 M4 U: X' }They would not listen they're not listening still,
! A1 `3 a$ S0 g+ P+ GPerhaps they never will. |
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