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9 Q i6 |8 o6 [) j( _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 u; i9 `$ B" [4 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 p% I' V/ E# P0 I7 e* V; F0 @- UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( M5 L e" |, M# \0 ?7 f' rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 P$ `5 r7 z j; S/ J$ [# ]! C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* p# v8 ]& z0 x3 K v' N# f# gHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 e7 \0 n+ n! l4 j7 X' ]How you tried to set them free,
0 ~# J" o7 R: R$ t4 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ C' x( A! b0 G9 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& C* @, T" E; ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , p, a6 }9 B" ~, |, Y, g v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- @. E* C' M& A6 LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 K/ Y- R! G9 A' {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 R2 [0 P$ B% E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 v% W6 @3 N1 k" S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( {4 \$ Y @2 {, k+ }% C; DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 J% Z" Z6 z: J. y* Y* q3 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: R `2 P' }4 K) ^( bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % ^! V) _! u/ u. I! b( X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # P8 _. B* H6 ]2 U' _/ R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# @: n' m3 E/ I3 y: `, ~" ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 d; Z3 j( k# W( ~: ^$ wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - `9 a( [: N9 t! [
How you suffered for you sanity,
: b4 N5 Y' b# }7 |( wHow you tried to set them free,
& D% \7 U" U7 C7 A6 I4 [They would not listen they're not listening still, # W9 Q( |6 n6 V3 ^& s3 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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