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# m0 A5 v. _- |! I: @9 u5 R4 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 _$ ]/ B4 P) f QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( h- k$ E6 b. N& nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; Y+ {5 i; Z+ A6 U6 a' Q/ j) D! }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; M, k: N: A' `/ t$ w0 T& QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& p) a8 J* I& f' e8 FHow you suffered for you sanity, ; Z! k; z% V- {) L* s
How you tried to set them free, % _& g/ q1 G3 Z) w3 o* R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # _5 c. a0 H* e+ b" C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 v* P3 [' A N5 g. J; _" B8 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# c( z: M) ?# K7 o* JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! N4 e) q4 F% d0 H+ z# x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 a* z8 U9 t6 P. p5 `; tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 g( k4 b! B/ \9 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" u6 P W, `( `0 {7 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ y5 |1 ^# l5 c' c8 u. t1 \But I could have told you, Vincent, + \" W/ u O8 Z/ ~% w4 K- @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; M) S2 G: J% _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - p. v# H" D# S u: \2 N# ?, F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) ^6 [ i% a& o. Y' ?2 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 C1 Z) `6 p( q7 d b7 x! x7 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * y6 ~! i3 ^, T! N3 x$ k+ R* P
1 ~+ k3 X1 T. v) v$ o* DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 ]0 @& G6 [' w' gHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 ^' o, |8 |/ R6 e# T* qHow you tried to set them free,
* T# k" n2 y. m+ i ~* I' @- E) q' sThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ W) P: {1 l3 u& f# X2 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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