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/ n2 T8 V; ]4 @6 s! o1 B# uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& W% S% D5 u |; l9 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & \; B5 \) X3 y' u' q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 {0 k3 e3 }3 H% D$ O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ c0 u4 e4 o7 J0 ?* ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 Z0 a2 c3 K2 a9 h* L0 X
How you suffered for you sanity, / N( C# @5 F6 X& ~! ^ z% [
How you tried to set them free, - K/ F% h1 f. f+ g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; L1 ]- \' I, n) h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : E; X# i3 h$ N9 H: x% s# b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 \% L9 V! E& B2 l2 b& mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 x t5 d9 T, D y/ ^. j0 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 q7 G+ g' G% j$ VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 ]5 C$ c7 [. t8 ?# rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 d r+ f( E* g4 j/ NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 G3 u; u! f2 W( M
But I could have told you, Vincent, : d; @4 b: c6 {) L: Z8 b2 X- P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 l' y, H$ V, I V0 E6 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( |: G6 [% D/ T8 {# d5 G# GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % ?. q/ _0 l( t( e. ^) s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 O6 f$ v* ?) T9 z' p7 A) AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 R$ k7 w7 q1 g& o5 F4 |5 I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ T5 {2 {, d; Z3 M) f, @5 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
. b% F C+ s5 r- W, ^& |/ T6 EHow you tried to set them free,
( o, n$ a+ o7 Q" m% N; {9 k# G* QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, ^3 I" I3 p( t! n4 hPerhaps they never will. |
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