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& p2 M2 I+ o% @! G8 `' FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 W1 g5 u, A4 i) |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 t% n( G. I- o% c8 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- I" y) U! b. G5 n8 J* {. ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % ^ C9 v1 r; Y# a- F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 c$ e. i5 p- T7 h1 w$ g0 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 N! s3 f0 C" Z* UHow you tried to set them free,
; W0 W' ?8 h& [7 N7 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : x3 R# }0 L" k2 i' b) \( O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 \( O% \0 O- H8 T! o/ l6 S. FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 f9 J$ G; P5 ^$ |1 }9 P% J2 G& aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 e1 x, _# T$ M& C WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " T* H! i8 A5 W4 E2 j* C# U9 H4 Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 `$ {* r* P3 j; u* X) h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; t6 |- M1 s/ }% n% @# q9 y1 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 x' F' e' n) ~- ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
# ?# A W' F/ P5 N2 i' _1 H" G3 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. `$ q1 x* A# B9 c- }7 b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 P- ^1 }$ K1 o- ]+ W$ p( ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % ?( a) a. ^1 a$ y9 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 n+ E! m0 J# p, r6 s/ CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - `9 M L& q* |% M8 q. U, I
3 d) I1 N) {2 D/ _2 q2 X2 A; }7 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 J9 ~9 @9 j7 f. dHow you suffered for you sanity,; ]' h n) m$ k5 w
How you tried to set them free, # U4 l; {6 K# M' G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. U) Y# D. h# I pPerhaps they never will. |
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