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, n; x7 d3 Z2 W; nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ `/ T* q1 j5 V& KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 P- h& Q/ }' n4 s0 D _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 J8 p! l8 Y2 R& \( v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 L+ |* S9 s2 z; |* A3 T- ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- c1 ^: |" z, ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
# ~5 N3 T4 r+ G; |. ]How you tried to set them free,
! }- M8 k3 K- [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' W2 W, C- k! D+ s. k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( U9 s' M8 _! E2 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' r( n1 D# t% n! J+ cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - |+ V4 q" u& o( ~9 e( E5 m, ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 U. d% O% @8 e5 r2 U9 ]1 w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& w4 |: \/ n6 @/ U* C$ ?( TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 }. E( a. y0 i' d8 b+ p0 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 x; X7 S! E7 `/ v$ Y: ^7 r. {
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) f0 m9 H' h9 c: F1 y7 B4 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 {/ K* y, x$ ]3 {' x; H; F7 C* U4 A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 |4 T! n; `, L1 `6 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 _! f9 N! Y+ s ?+ g- C9 E# zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( b) y) A+ j% l8 A) m
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, ; d3 [1 ] h P2 E4 Q$ ?
How you suffered for you sanity,) |0 ~, R, _2 u) v2 D; Q
How you tried to set them free,
5 P+ X8 B: J/ V% n! _They would not listen they're not listening still, ! k& |% ~* B# H6 ?+ Y6 G/ V
Perhaps they never will. |
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