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# j: Z2 r/ b5 s! ^) L2 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ [7 _( {3 B, E$ N/ J: f4 M3 c/ `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / ]7 m+ H& }. u1 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 R" }: q: f/ }" d. `4 z# CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & a/ D8 _5 N7 {9 V, q) r1 v$ x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& T! |* Q( I+ X/ FHow you suffered for you sanity,
: `7 y/ t) Z" B) c: cHow you tried to set them free, 7 b3 x+ Q' J3 O I0 L2 J4 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 V- J$ L7 w( V5 r, ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - R4 J8 Y$ I6 B: L: _4 {! \' f, b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( N' X: U0 N( t# j8 jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 B( `; c) [9 r7 S2 b" i( D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 _8 m, T; `) q# c& E) ~. dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' v4 v' |; a( w% Q) ?6 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " d; s( [8 ]: B# Y9 Q( ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. Q m# ?4 `, c$ p+ v% [But I could have told you, Vincent, ! c0 f6 X& B) y. ]$ E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , c1 [# [8 O' E8 r# R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * f4 S! o1 H8 m) |- M$ @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ V% g7 _3 L3 j! A3 s0 c D* \7 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# H" I. C& J K, x# l, ~7 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 h( n- z3 J6 ]2 H# @: z# p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" y7 L E" W, j0 t" S+ yHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 @( @4 X* b$ C. |/ L* w# K5 _7 F, }How you tried to set them free, : |0 }2 P8 J/ ^" S7 j B' Q. l1 e
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 c8 N3 ~! ^2 M! B
Perhaps they never will. |
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