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5 I; H9 V) S# w+ K% ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 T$ W4 X j" y. s1 U e4 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( N$ a2 @5 |' }: e4 CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ H' Y: D2 j2 G) i2 p1 }( OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 }" M& F9 A( M* aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& F8 r1 ?. a0 n( X7 mHow you suffered for you sanity, , }; U* q) p4 {6 C* U
How you tried to set them free,
. l+ h7 _$ z8 v, R1 M0 _, sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; N& S: }$ `" m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " f; T; f# t% K. B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, F, g4 {& F( p2 _6 H5 m9 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ {( v0 |" t- vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 q7 J$ s" u) O$ r3 A
, C1 a. }- H3 I& v, n0 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + Y& {( r- ]6 f+ Q6 `, R v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ I+ ?) G# r0 `9 `You took your life as lovers ofter do, * E" n: V% y8 p. F5 M$ q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ I. E4 M' ]0 Y. Y! [' y8 R+ WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * M% x3 d+ H/ @2 @8 t% m$ [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 T0 f( @6 n* P9 h$ S3 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ y W2 F5 ?% n4 V! CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , n1 U1 a; Z- Z( i. R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' M7 ]! _% c% Q( D" `9 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* i3 O2 }2 `1 ^( r' k) v# K$ `How you suffered for you sanity,+ m4 y; L8 q5 d( m
How you tried to set them free,
% d3 s* E6 @2 [# @They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 E; Y' L: y& ^3 {) |% aPerhaps they never will. |
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