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$ c+ [3 j+ y2 x& X$ U! RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, p# T4 x2 i7 |5 }0 h. dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - n5 j& O# Y1 ^' u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 r+ x' x& u. [- bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 r4 e. c+ h% c, ~2 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' t. S0 T7 [: C0 O: b( CHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ b V" E2 k. _% N5 L( ZHow you tried to set them free, 1 `2 Q( x- M$ ]3 n" d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. c2 m% M) F( k6 i8 Y* Y3 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( N# X+ a" k9 `. s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* R: {& x$ `. S5 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 b# H3 c$ _' V' z- a; c' A( Z3 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. K4 T$ ~: Y1 |8 M
; f; C$ b5 Q2 l" l* \. y* s6 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # G" i1 v" y& D; h2 f3 o4 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) i0 M8 W0 Z" I8 lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . N* n5 S5 D( Q3 L: v! m
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 v' {1 ?" h% \% A; V: z0 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 h1 {- S! j+ c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 K& k8 B$ F% s* X) V6 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # L" B! `& ?0 e- P; n0 \' k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; {, Y, @9 [# i8 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 w! n3 O: U, v- O0 UHow you suffered for you sanity,! U7 U6 J# `2 U
How you tried to set them free, / a% W$ t" ~4 L1 a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 |# t7 X- S# z# q' @% b8 aPerhaps they never will. |
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