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. d/ I% @ \. `, p4 n( IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# }; y& M8 X9 P8 n. H7 [6 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
I) v3 j$ l5 v+ k8 b K5 ]4 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- ~1 u c/ ~' N4 y5 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! q9 O# Z2 p3 r! i3 J/ DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: a* {4 l t/ \. ^! v+ H
How you suffered for you sanity,
: |% I! g# [- j/ d" k3 hHow you tried to set them free, ; O. Z; `) R! J: }! i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 C8 }; R4 Y9 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " j5 z3 F' u) h& d, ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% p- R0 V$ }0 U, ~. yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 ~$ _: T1 n* U9 R0 l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 }6 u3 k3 [# }2 E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) C- |. F- \* m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: i/ j; P1 ?! m2 A( z y) `You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 O/ p7 z$ |+ P: t. H/ Y& C
But I could have told you, Vincent, m, F9 W) _/ _8 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 e& `; v1 B1 N2 v7 U3 r$ W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. K" m$ t9 x% ^3 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 ?5 e4 t$ |9 }, S6 s$ b" }/ N) GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + b' x. \( D7 N) j. D P! \8 x. ]. b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * W8 F* s' x, X. W7 K$ b/ \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ }$ d+ f+ `0 y) M3 h. MHow you suffered for you sanity,( B+ s: }' h% P! l3 c
How you tried to set them free,
& {: [$ s( ^' [+ ]6 q! LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 U3 a* c! p' G( N+ jPerhaps they never will. |
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