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4 O- I, \8 h; r; [# e1 \0 C+ JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & L! e$ v2 s% R8 L e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 u* g9 g' Z1 l0 p' _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: S# G8 ?+ v7 i3 `2 J$ d' G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) u/ X v3 }! N- ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 t$ j; I7 A- y4 z( F8 e$ A* n
How you suffered for you sanity,
( F: j( h7 G" S) x5 MHow you tried to set them free,
. j: ^8 y6 | K! t% `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# E) j$ {, N3 `2 Q/ g* kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! z9 {, @$ l0 a+ mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 [3 I ]9 e; f' F& L1 g8 `! N3 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 x- ?5 T( Q9 ^9 L: |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 u9 O# f9 X- v9 p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . u0 F) f2 a! k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: } ^& f Q, T4 A5 `2 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; D$ R! z" ~4 y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! x! L7 c U3 X. `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( `# h5 V: v! S$ k, R! L8 C# Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / E" {4 B( R' y0 n; _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : `" J2 U0 o5 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ Z8 k& ^: {2 ~# z! Y8 L9 \
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,
! ?' z' Q. x! O( vHow you suffered for you sanity,: o! r: B7 R' n' A0 J0 h- b
How you tried to set them free, 2 e9 Q: ]" Y6 T/ g6 _( [5 {+ e
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) \# L& \5 k) r- j+ s
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