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1 G- f: g, x$ RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 I, h2 \7 M/ Q- D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & x: C6 c! G- W0 u4 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( X/ ?. c: D& P& ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# T' h' d- J7 h" n' VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 K6 l5 Q) _0 l6 J+ ?2 k hHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 S! e7 E A( u, C3 n
How you tried to set them free, * [3 F) N" Z) C5 Y9 D1 }; D2 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, g$ q# m% I; @, c% MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " C3 w* w5 a8 r& N2 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' ?% \5 ^( ~: h3 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ x7 ~4 e$ B W/ F& ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ R4 T8 V8 O4 i0 J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 {6 K. U; ?! X$ W+ HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# K) G, f3 P. O- z5 F3 B. O% nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # A: @. Z4 v; h' W" S; N5 c: _) L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 C$ ]0 D4 X# Z- K) e( F# YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 b+ o( p' j) k0 w. j8 p) J* N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 O! S' o$ N+ y+ z' Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 P7 K# l9 ]6 U1 Y9 w( c) _; P8 R- XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& H7 p3 l7 |; z6 ^7 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* J3 f: W+ y1 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( l8 I% s+ v. @2 G0 ~" K' W; u
How you suffered for you sanity,7 H# j$ }0 Q% f, \
How you tried to set them free, ! Z4 \9 U+ p1 U6 |. _+ o0 a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! ]; |0 e) ]" OPerhaps they never will. |
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