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: X3 ?* g. t9 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ i& o! R9 M" J# U# m7 i$ oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % Y; S1 p* D* h9 b7 P# }- x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, q# S# X, s7 D; D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! S# ?2 \- y# D, P8 W5 f5 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; Z! m. F8 v$ B6 L9 R+ y+ y4 W
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 v K( [ E4 d. ], d/ X
How you tried to set them free, $ g& D; M0 U; x" t! l8 N3 L& I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) h5 d Z& ~5 g$ M1 H- q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 {8 Z" P' ^$ H* ^7 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - v! e6 j" p. d- R& y: a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; F& G& Q" d- I) `2 P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% x( k4 t/ H& L4 p3 h. Q6 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 Z9 |# t( A4 ]3 O7 V* {5 }, A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 y7 m$ M4 d8 a Z5 d2 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 W8 K! f) \) V. b8 F# t
But I could have told you, Vincent, - [# ~, e8 x* w8 m4 t# F+ I2 a/ \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 V2 Y% l8 M. {: b* Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " H6 m: ]. F5 m `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , U5 S& o0 |3 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 w$ j8 D8 S% K6 t
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,
# i$ V8 n' F8 h! w$ hHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 N# |" t" O2 |& V- ~' s6 }How you tried to set them free,
7 B: y l. d4 N% R$ |6 B! Z; wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ D7 s% m( }/ T# m9 c9 ?+ nPerhaps they never will. |
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