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0 R7 x' X& C, d* O9 d6 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ?7 Q& N- M6 c' s4 k+ _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 X, p/ U% t' _ ?1 {% HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 a7 m1 B# Z8 D9 Z) L8 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 V2 p# }0 m- Z3 r. J8 J4 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 E- C G$ X$ d
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 N; g0 l( M4 L. E
How you tried to set them free, + j o3 F' g# B2 x! q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# O4 a, k+ g/ M4 }: ]1 d) SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 |3 {/ C6 |# X+ d( HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 B! g4 V) I4 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' p3 K3 B. J, j& n" b* o1 ?5 ?9 K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 g0 W) K$ b' W9 U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 Z; _. I& K" T- tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( K' x0 T. `* G, ?# D# G/ r! Y$ I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 D- S. R. c+ t/ v- S K2 mBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 \# n9 e( R* g8 s0 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( M7 _7 e. a) w8 {/ p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) [& I# R& G7 z8 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 |, n+ ~4 q4 N4 T L# ~# g8 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- |/ F; h, H) ?$ X, }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( h4 n) S& m( g' O/ |( \
/ P4 A8 R. e. t V7 u0 L0 V8 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : n/ j# ?9 H& Q/ X
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ O8 P% B& L* w8 F$ F$ A) }How you tried to set them free, . \" J. O9 m$ `. D& g' }, i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& J4 ^) i) r U3 e. gPerhaps they never will. |
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