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* m, T: _& w; h. L: NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ j% e! |! |3 N! L- `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% ]. t/ A7 ]; X `- RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 D, o; b8 Y, m5 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 {8 o+ `& i8 i$ H# D# T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' z* T+ I/ E1 Q3 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 p1 ?: h! ?( [* FHow you tried to set them free,
0 n- B3 ~/ q5 D; \% o* x7 UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ X$ Q( ]* p' }3 e6 c+ ?. ]( s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- N& X0 f, w+ _+ iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) t3 p4 t1 C2 H# [2 p/ o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
Q( ?, F+ ~, N+ p f" W0 ?0 vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' w6 z( L2 p: ~4 D/ m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% W# g4 k5 c% B9 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) `2 r% Q9 B5 O l$ n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! V* n/ n" Y1 N: A/ K; ~1 sBut I could have told you, Vincent, / f6 Z+ H- R+ N: k e; l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: d! Q% y. R9 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 ^9 w3 r T5 P* i1 ^/ \; CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 U" d& T3 R, C/ s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + B# s9 {3 N7 E; ]7 A- K0 b* Y& n7 _: R
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,
( ]' S( \" l! p, I* a; v' fHow you suffered for you sanity,
" l. R* S6 t3 i+ _How you tried to set them free,
8 a" Z e8 |% n! t8 {& UThey would not listen they're not listening still, * G5 Q3 t$ g! X) E2 S- w4 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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