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& e6 j7 Q" X; Y# @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. [ j, {& z/ N0 e2 R- t$ Y9 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' f8 n0 r$ V7 T1 p( q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, P2 y+ y; T" {/ m5 a+ c' t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 s+ b {: f1 w$ k o0 k, t1 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 L+ U- h' {- S% yHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 Q5 U& E" ~. p Z: w0 ]How you tried to set them free,
- t' Z3 ~7 @8 ]: R. Q3 p: f0 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ^# e: `# X, g! e/ [9 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 I. W5 S- L) u% YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) G7 G* T, Z! t" [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) ^6 |3 d' Q- E2 R1 O& n* f% A) PWeathered 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, # ^- S7 o! {( U1 { S' g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # G0 v& e* Q' Y4 V4 s, n, E5 _4 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " n! o3 D4 V3 x4 }- J8 Z {( x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! f" @* e* ?1 @' s7 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 E& Q) n! g$ k# g& K) [1 \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 L6 Z" S7 @: Q6 C. E' [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( z, j0 @4 M1 y; T e0 M2 ~4 H" DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; I/ d+ Q6 H, o1 o6 v. K8 h/ @) a+ }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 W5 K) U6 Z) W9 \5 T. \+ [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" E' m7 u) Q7 X. E/ |: u& ]How you suffered for you sanity,4 {* P1 E0 T9 V4 l5 `8 y" R, G
How you tried to set them free, * ~: h/ V- x. B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& f) c7 F3 m: j; }( T: w1 _3 oPerhaps they never will. |
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