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3 `7 O: Q8 ?$ W) M# CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & p+ a; g& K# O: o. d3 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; E3 ]% }4 N" r* K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& P, E6 a9 T+ a/ Z. d4 {% h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( S0 c/ }! [4 c+ Y: `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- b& m; j4 C0 ^" V* xHow you suffered for you sanity,
* }0 K O& l, N( oHow you tried to set them free,
7 l' W# n" c* W: zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 ~0 E" A! ?8 t; l/ j8 w3 O3 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + p) P8 M- |! s- k# A/ Z4 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( {" ?4 u T1 a2 \8 H9 Q: j" X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & n: W+ P% v, ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ T: w- Y# a1 \9 E& wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( A+ W- N; T) G. s U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
N3 c8 n2 k# L4 d3 T+ J# CBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 J8 I h, F* E5 }" N: f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # ~1 S$ R6 J2 G; Q- ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ C9 D: k9 b! s5 H, iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! C5 H. ]" @8 S( V* \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , F+ }" g7 |; w$ v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " p/ n0 r- o7 S
$ W: K: T+ U' MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 C. v5 p0 G3 T3 c' zHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 c' V0 d" Z$ q' \How you tried to set them free,
4 [: U1 s2 V: B3 f. OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 e" @4 m1 r n0 F% B' j5 |+ S# gPerhaps they never will. |
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