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& j8 W1 F9 N# Z- UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. X6 Z6 O; o {7 J' ]& p' mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* H7 A; ?" D0 m& {$ iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ C/ F" N- ^# U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : G9 P4 I0 i Y8 G' B. R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 D( b& o8 N/ o* b; ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
. z2 y& _: R M4 K _How you tried to set them free, ; t$ U9 L( P, K+ k3 B# Z# ?% a8 i9 a4 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 i1 H5 R% @% y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 @# n" k9 Y( t: J; M; n s1 g: eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ m6 w3 c% v# b$ }9 T7 ~2 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; a/ b: t1 z) E9 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / s& ]" f; t1 u7 o, S3 L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, w/ b! B5 r+ C a( r1 o7 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 X# N$ B; t. P% v7 H& VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / v: z: D, v/ q& K# k
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 c; Y% }. M1 h# r1 A6 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " P- Z4 e- k+ _& O) q) R A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 `, k w/ u/ [' K0 b* y" MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 v: J" Q4 F! h- s7 o2 p* O4 wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; j" B; r. ^6 l ?, XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 Z! C- V) g6 @. A, x7 g- U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) {7 o q( \! `, W/ K: ~, gHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 j) G* n0 j, s" M+ HHow you tried to set them free,
. I" |# A6 H7 l$ Y7 F- OThey would not listen they're not listening still, % a( v7 @8 j4 X ]. I* o
Perhaps they never will. |
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