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% l, J& d: }3 U$ L4 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) Y, {# H5 B0 o' E/ r- o* wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* h% m+ ?2 Y' F- x) _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; O# _3 N. t. r I E& x2 U1 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ _9 \) g; k; r- g: Z. |- |: f& bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 }: w/ ?; h5 f/ ^* N8 C! gHow you suffered for you sanity, : X H o: u1 N; h M
How you tried to set them free, 9 z4 l# ?; ^0 U2 P Y; x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 k! r; }# J4 F$ q5 r, |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & J5 ^4 k9 }& z; r$ A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - y' W5 b% l5 p& Z" ?- Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% W' }* Z: k, E j- s& RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# Z1 Y1 O- `7 b) c$ K- o5 w5 b8 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 B9 Z! ^$ ?2 G% k4 F' C: R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 p% p4 ?9 i- r; @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 Q# U+ c& ^5 V$ F7 jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- b$ Y) g% m' S3 p- I- A( IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 Y: F# [9 l- ~) G6 ~- @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % s1 |) a1 o5 j7 h$ e9 f9 g2 c4 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 _5 `9 {0 D/ e q- w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# ]: l8 N: Q1 e+ d: @' hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # ?, |* C, U8 v" C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& m8 \' _. T0 u# X$ @How you suffered for you sanity,5 r% B+ S" |! U/ c: y: }
How you tried to set them free, 1 i8 x6 X$ \" m7 |3 D: e3 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, - m' x7 [( M9 O$ o$ _/ I* u
Perhaps they never will. |
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