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$ ~6 y9 Z8 p( Y3 @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 M& }: V7 d/ j2 y8 ]& K6 y; Y7 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 c- A. x; j: ]. l* Q4 Z$ U& wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: @ V% M1 P# K9 K+ E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 `( \# P- ~- J. eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; L% S) H, A% p. H9 F8 Y# oHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 ?! J4 P8 Q: n+ U2 W
How you tried to set them free, 5 |- N* P# F; k+ S: y" S( }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 k2 S; Y7 F9 N6 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 m8 U; F0 T% v6 U" e. w& I7 b5 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' b- ^0 p, G* v+ oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" a, A2 I" E$ z& `; b# b% ?/ KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 y, ~3 ]9 z6 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, V# J5 w1 b2 Z( j: |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 c/ M/ o; ?7 ]8 U* j: `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; C5 S1 ?5 i. }But I could have told you, Vincent, " O5 d/ r' n. x2 T. }9 f6 s w9 {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) f A$ ?; G3 Q$ AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! A; m6 l6 k+ T* j8 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) m v$ R7 j" k8 l5 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 z& |( h" t( O8 o6 [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, j- E4 U; ^9 b0 p/ E1 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 o6 X: S& Y9 \1 I0 V( g4 d1 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 J! @& |2 \3 ~7 B0 F# [How you tried to set them free, ( C* {* N' k+ z! z: m& h* T/ e" n0 N& o i
They would not listen they're not listening still, % i ` [4 ^& ?; e
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