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. x- B# ?$ V5 a3 e/ u2 M6 e) WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ @$ L, @% |' a+ E! ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' \% B% {1 b: W: ?% ?9 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' t$ k; j7 E; l7 l j2 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 E9 X- e5 X* t/ _% o3 m5 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me," Q: i6 j4 l. |$ }5 R# q7 \
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 B( e5 |) ?7 Y% R
How you tried to set them free, : V$ `: f: ~* G0 h! S4 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! {6 y- N, F$ l) Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( p% n' Y0 x- `" j- pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ w4 F$ P* w) D/ @+ rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # ?! R7 q: X2 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( g& Q- z# j) l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : c x; G; T+ F: k# ?4 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 H; h) Y" Z( c2 F% B! T& R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; x/ Q" A& H" Z8 d9 u7 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 G/ m: U5 S% ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 v% ?# x& Q# G: ?, nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. x# R1 e1 X/ k% U6 I, QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / N* k7 z) Q8 S2 {4 Q/ S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, R4 B2 o5 d* H: N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 b u- |2 _4 s+ A# r
/ s# m- G) e' v' }- Q8 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# [0 H. {" ~+ h+ [& h: e% hHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 x& ?! c( D1 |How you tried to set them free,
+ v4 B. l/ E) | a7 r* {They would not listen they're not listening still,
( p6 C2 ] Q! b6 |. I4 \/ G2 B- dPerhaps they never will. |
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