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& v# O, E2 ]5 V6 B, GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 y( c% T& H( r. U8 \+ DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . F: K9 f! `. h& x' M, C8 F9 O$ ?1 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 ]& X/ y- h' @$ x5 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : q$ r& n$ C" N# [& D4 b, i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 y# b8 @' t$ L0 W6 ]5 v
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 b* q& C: t4 H" i$ S' {3 S) c6 k
How you tried to set them free, ' x0 K! P- Q& d) K Z( C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
c' E4 K( Z; r# f# C8 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & \; ?* P& ]3 W1 |7 @+ R2 E0 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + r$ }2 d' B' k3 W$ ]/ P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ L" H; u' q8 K( l4 n3 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : [: i( @1 a. ]/ i5 W+ V% z z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& z% V4 {# C" EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 G# L+ f2 Z& q; y8 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; T4 t- f( P/ P4 M" }. eBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 b" j, Q$ a8 S% G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 l. U+ b+ i2 g5 C. r, |; pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" u! Q/ g/ e& j# c1 L: nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' o# r: C) @3 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# G1 |# q; v/ x0 C* A0 D( @1 i5 OThe 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,
9 S3 H' E+ M1 S5 [( WHow you suffered for you sanity,0 B5 t. U5 M# }* ?
How you tried to set them free, . @1 ~: i# L1 |, e
They would not listen they're not listening still, # n8 b. z7 d- y7 [% ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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