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, _) P/ n% Q3 B! u( T. `7 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ j$ F ~ \* D4 N7 M. b) zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- M2 S+ f1 l+ J( T2 Z4 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; k+ _1 ~) Q7 z6 e5 w5 H8 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 O) ]1 i" s d/ y( m& r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
E" ^- v( I) ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ D, r; o# d( C. c: LHow you tried to set them free, 1 ~. e; S9 @' U2 D. C8 b6 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! \& X3 k+ P4 J- g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ o% [: w4 D9 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + S0 k; B* o4 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, q) M& G9 Q4 [' w+ X7 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & `0 C$ m& |: D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% W9 R, _. C8 L6 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, S! @7 u) j! H& F1 X0 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) i7 Z' N( a1 E* `
But I could have told you, Vincent, / {# ^/ X( b! G$ J" d" f& F1 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ z: |7 w9 ]8 P) l UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! w- Z) Q, q7 }2 i" N% u8 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 |% y$ X4 ]/ S# z, ]1 n6 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& Z( P5 _! h/ _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& Z7 M# |4 h. u, J/ iHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 ^& Q, i7 q3 n- ^% c. LHow you tried to set them free,
/ a& R. c4 r* I' hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, S# K- s+ [! h3 f; D( }- OPerhaps they never will. |
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