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9 [, `3 R' s* p' h0 L. d WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' L3 w; m3 b9 p, bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: P1 B: I7 A7 ~+ M: WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% G1 A3 P2 p0 \6 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" P( u+ p6 P$ G% n4 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- `& \% I. f n1 j8 N. J; g4 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ s4 n9 V% E& S" a# q( r. oHow you tried to set them free, ' c1 e- c/ ]' C. i x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : v4 c$ p! _: f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - y0 C5 Z2 z& L) g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) G W4 y$ W. H* j/ L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' x/ M/ Y5 T) n. j: h
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, 1 x' \6 Y4 l, J* s3 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& I% `5 H+ f N% @, q: X6 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ J8 M: }7 `3 c6 r6 TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* c* v& C% k7 b0 [# cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 T0 t! Q8 x. F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( p- Y! {3 y8 d; t5 o7 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% R8 i( V, f: e" l: A! gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 b9 h6 n; ]( R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . B- R6 M9 `. V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ I; k1 V, Y. n1 _* e" Y8 NHow you suffered for you sanity,' I4 l4 ~# ?* ~3 s | p
How you tried to set them free, / a& t4 R3 s# ~" U5 x) `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; A* [1 d, }/ h, l* w5 EPerhaps they never will. |
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