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; q L, V u. k9 x8 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" k/ ^1 b1 N! @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + J, ]2 _) L0 c, ?4 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 Z0 M T- X5 K: G2 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# Y2 D I8 T' S- s0 L& DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 T2 O0 {2 S2 S) I
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 v: E* ^& L( h( _% I$ q
How you tried to set them free, ' Z4 V: M. D4 q0 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; p! f' U1 M8 }% h1 D: N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 w; v% K+ A* T" l' k& cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! S+ Y3 e- \% [8 C% y! I+ m9 _! k# F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 b. M- v! ?) R( [
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, + v3 B! [9 Z# K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( o$ A0 I! T8 q3 g+ W0 fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' e5 m7 p" {/ j9 q# W( {But I could have told you, Vincent,
: `( ~' f: ]' M1 ]0 o+ U* IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : w: X" S+ o5 G C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + F$ }1 f7 c: j. m! m7 _' G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. s6 ]" @8 v4 _! t7 e6 p( E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 L( I" t0 L4 ~5 \- o4 DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! V9 [. J+ J6 |4 R& wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : D" f4 l1 H; U
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ `6 K, v1 c1 I0 [/ E5 N, hHow you tried to set them free,
/ c: K. L* ?# p4 |They would not listen they're not listening still,
- T& O# R4 P6 T. j% q' aPerhaps they never will. |
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