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; s; x9 O K9 u3 ^5 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 R+ y. K, o* o0 o2 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# T3 c2 b' N' D0 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& y1 b0 |3 w5 ^2 K# aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% S2 C* l+ |/ y k F8 d2 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 U( [" ^/ x4 e
How you suffered for you sanity, " b2 w) @2 |3 _) @
How you tried to set them free, 2 a# o& w2 A. x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " e( i6 ?# r# P U* |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 y7 L* g0 l/ ~' i2 w* J9 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# V! `: J2 D4 f% |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % d% o' `2 v& b8 B% t1 S* i, f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % Y }$ K$ U8 w0 a" N* \, @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- h! M1 q5 |3 B) g" O' BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! u0 Y# X- ]. Y1 }% LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 K, k/ I6 T; d) M) h! z# oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! _$ C3 p- l& N/ MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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}) D# p# ^. o2 ? n- L- IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
H. y$ Y* R6 M. PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( X) Y: m) o* C- T$ Z! S( r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, @* }; E% e8 v% X8 }1 V+ p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ |1 u$ X7 a+ L: \) YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 K( |+ W. A+ @1 `/ M
How you suffered for you sanity,- ^2 V% _/ G' p7 X) s) `/ M$ A
How you tried to set them free, ' e4 w6 _$ ]$ |* l8 Z9 V( u v5 {* E' q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! f8 ^- i+ K9 b) uPerhaps they never will. |
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