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6 g( N- ~0 Q0 S6 c6 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 }! @5 S9 W& F& s- ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 r9 I7 S2 n6 ]8 O$ b b% `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 g7 n7 U4 a: d0 Z. O, Y7 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & n g( X! o8 {% K9 j( m% B- S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ t4 h/ W; j4 K1 M% N; I" YHow you suffered for you sanity, R' O2 y H& F' a: Q1 t9 y
How you tried to set them free,
) E0 K% V! v" c T5 [: d) S6 k* JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . f8 r3 C0 d2 o* E8 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . a/ _0 X' u, G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 P$ }7 `: N* ^8 x8 R# N+ i% ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# F% y" x+ S' i3 q. ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 q- N7 l9 c3 v& W1 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 n. F" H# T/ l8 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 E- F s) l, M( cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. o8 s% _1 J4 f0 v. y2 ^, ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 @, n% t, `* i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 R1 L/ X* E- H) e% Y. r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , w8 x, g, Z& ~/ |+ `( ~& c4 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 w( G8 g$ N/ GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ W- } L% e% G3 F; U% gThe 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 ~6 z9 W9 ^9 k9 M% rHow you suffered for you sanity,5 d4 R; V% q# W& |$ `
How you tried to set them free,
3 y Z+ U) Y5 A# @2 r2 `' `1 u- WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, H8 H1 o8 n) S+ O3 o+ hPerhaps they never will. |
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