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t2 L2 h, O9 M2 c5 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! s3 o/ T& w$ _: }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! J; ]4 _, `! [% i- O( U1 [0 a2 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ {3 h3 P$ J; {0 l3 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 X4 B5 N) `( l9 x# |% i! S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ z( s* j: A; \" x3 o
How you suffered for you sanity, - ^ @$ r& O" \3 E, d" W* H0 v
How you tried to set them free,
" p3 }" ~4 }; X0 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ V* X8 i1 _) ]) l% R5 {- w5 H: k H2 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, {" M3 f& d a, j, w8 @& ?. [9 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) V6 Q$ f1 x W( H3 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' c- I% H& m- ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : H& a0 X3 D/ J/ u- R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ \% G) V0 ]& U4 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 R8 K2 u+ ?, f2 o% h) a' z) Z5 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " i F: `3 X6 |9 L4 @
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 }* y5 K' S5 ^3 ]- r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ ?8 R4 Z6 s7 V) _4 i! k7 m. jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* d! k$ h1 p! O+ R m7 [6 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 w# i/ v8 n% C* a) D. Z5 C6 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & ]; c/ g- m! a; q1 j( y. E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- {5 {( n1 |/ |5 c# |( R) ~/ INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' ^9 h s, Q# {; S* _/ M; a
How you suffered for you sanity,
- C; b7 P. C' w% ~' r) b vHow you tried to set them free, ' Q) i) k5 Y; E0 A x. }/ `0 n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) H9 u9 V7 |! kPerhaps they never will. |
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