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! d c4 O* |; t& iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* }& `3 ]; |: F' [3 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" T, k4 o/ R& G0 ^. I, G) \4 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 H) Q4 ~' V$ T9 H. ?& m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ u. Z& l" J0 o% b: C( pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: Z r% ~6 x2 [1 v# H5 @How you suffered for you sanity, 8 e1 Z$ F8 Z' ^2 Q- w" H& u( V
How you tried to set them free, + x( v3 t* M& S F0 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) H7 K! j5 O* L# s# `0 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 A. h K$ ?. O5 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# V+ O# p# C% A% V: vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# A4 |0 s8 v# d7 A A uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % f2 [# A$ o P: N4 d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 d6 S( O- @0 A2 e% _4 Q1 }9 ~( _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % \: _! [* ]7 n3 B$ ?% |1 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; w! \/ }( \/ J7 r
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' _2 W8 I, K$ y: Q, g' j( Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % n. Q- P7 x9 I% w; z, D1 o: I+ G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # c0 y) n/ \! A. M, ?5 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) ]( d- t7 j9 ]. r/ G* n( ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 w- r& |; _% V2 R ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ n: F7 \, N1 g# W+ i$ @; u: Q; k. iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - |- [$ p8 U8 ~. n) S$ C
How you suffered for you sanity,
- O- W: D! |( r7 cHow you tried to set them free, * V; J' J X& v3 f! y5 z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! y. }8 `5 S! f2 P2 h$ u, N0 CPerhaps they never will. |
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