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( |' Q9 R- Y' n9 K; d# L- SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ]7 c6 T$ g$ W$ Y! C9 u; rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 O" R; q6 @9 l0 j* L2 ~9 \: b8 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ g( [, J* ?0 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 G f5 A& W# i6 o8 k w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 v! x4 H1 R( ]8 t) F0 G- s$ THow you suffered for you sanity, ' E& M: z3 }# L* y- \8 H' ~. K
How you tried to set them free,
1 s- ?1 x w& r7 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : Q1 l% T8 `. G1 z, s4 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % b9 ~% R# q9 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 F0 d& d. k7 y. tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 N7 b2 s! g4 u! Z& pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( q7 _4 @( J0 \! n5 n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 N! h, E* M* o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 f+ K# Y+ j0 h- U5 C8 M# \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& f. J- E" T; N$ {% wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 {; _& S! Q9 q1 u! }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( q2 Y; v8 l3 z# @5 _0 w' m; ], l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 u% G' |$ l3 W' W5 l8 o5 U* q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' `; U. V# a* f* W) u7 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / M/ ^! a( c; n) ]1 u- @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' Y4 B0 P* ?& } I" Q& \/ h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % }! D) D6 W0 e4 I5 U, [
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ R. `( E2 z! y6 R K1 \, c# UHow you tried to set them free,
8 H" _. M" I: }6 jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 G0 y1 Q, W. \9 X4 O& E7 P6 DPerhaps they never will. |
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