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) ^: `8 Z3 X+ J y, D8 q# f0 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : d- _% l3 k |7 ?; D: o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 f! T7 c' @) |! E0 A1 R6 E' E, [1 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 Q% y/ v8 b& j3 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' M1 @& W* x* xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! d. D- {0 c8 \% y
How you suffered for you sanity,
- |8 C: C% N* |* bHow you tried to set them free, ! C/ A9 I9 I% e0 }7 `# W6 ~ d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : e0 e" D' n% @# w! l4 V3 M7 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , Q9 A- g" M) g9 w) h& w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, X0 Z3 l7 ^+ j1 ~1 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . [& p& i$ u. M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 k+ @1 w4 F$ c8 Z. |! q' ~) LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 R0 d; ?+ f( b2 d l" i. t/ B5 J* lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : I& M& [, x! u& W, C9 k+ j h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ y$ d: q, L0 v1 V) oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( E2 g: r0 w* [- n8 R7 O: I3 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # c4 x) Q" v1 K* Z9 E1 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 ^2 @$ @' y1 O( l: q5 g, U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 M( Q* n& _+ n& C- A- {! X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ o/ [8 i. ?/ G) w( S: cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 k$ r& [9 g' M
How you suffered for you sanity,
; i2 A o/ u" D0 ?0 y5 `How you tried to set them free,
! b0 R, |% x6 d1 F/ PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 I3 L% [# C2 T; ^0 u' DPerhaps they never will. |
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