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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # C" ?! V3 c$ L9 |7 A* S6 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( P: i Q3 J" @# s: ^& a8 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ ?4 z k, _4 s$ D" B0 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: T. ~5 e3 c! T, eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ W* y' V w' \ [8 K+ g
How you suffered for you sanity, $ T: \' `" t3 J* a
How you tried to set them free, 1 h# y3 q7 T7 {3 G. Q' n! ?; q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 v" w. g0 k5 v3 ]: cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; b4 }. h) r2 k- ?; d2 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 u3 E' X9 I4 o6 n% T+ E KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 U9 T' U- R1 d4 z& S) C0 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % A2 f- O X; t# o9 h0 {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 M X+ F; w* R( p9 d& dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 S. J$ k( C/ z: tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 T. Z( U2 P3 E" A
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ s& K3 B: d: k; h' B! C/ m' n0 q% t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( \( D0 z$ u8 H7 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 B, b$ a# G& V8 t$ Z" J+ a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ ~+ |3 `: i, f5 oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; ^# a1 A+ q0 p3 i6 H, I/ CThe 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, 1 W( l6 q+ ^2 d1 J# n' E0 Y9 m! L% m
How you suffered for you sanity,/ V5 g6 Q7 E, D* v6 w8 |+ I
How you tried to set them free,
) K+ i5 T4 D4 }! HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; U0 z/ f2 O+ y" |" ~0 QPerhaps they never will. |
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