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6 _# @, v0 \0 ?" o7 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& v1 E. l5 u0 e2 m4 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! E$ u P- ?9 C8 m0 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* v& a2 Y3 K, X3 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 r) p8 n: g; f: q" g4 j* Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 ^9 Y- s% a. l/ i
How you suffered for you sanity, + Y9 N; }+ H% d
How you tried to set them free, ; K3 J" W7 d' R' q2 O! [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- h7 [, m# w& f4 ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 F2 P- ?% t. h3 M0 H0 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( O& b4 q; i& y: b3 I8 v9 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 q1 b+ y/ s6 I8 b3 e3 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 B' S2 `9 Z( v" f4 T
# G$ @; r. q/ N, a% @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' P) T# h- ]7 l$ j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 e8 ?5 @! E" g( K5 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 L r( G3 w2 L: l) s8 s; bBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 ^1 m1 I7 m1 g; ?9 H! O: ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ c5 h9 j$ x2 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 Z8 G6 a0 `, R$ U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 s7 ~9 D B3 f* O9 U3 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% X. q5 V9 o9 Q1 U }6 d$ _4 X& ~- eThe 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/ a: F% v9 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 A; |2 Z1 u( GHow you tried to set them free, 0 f6 q* A2 t- W) P
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ `' W' {% @. v& l9 H7 `/ D
Perhaps they never will. |
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