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3 j% M! }# D7 I% ?* t% HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! \; ]) @/ I0 j- DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 Z+ |; q" h% u' KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- M* Z" o* @9 j/ @6 v$ ?/ XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' o6 J: E: t, _7 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 G3 [. q1 B' y" H, o' S
How you suffered for you sanity,
" R' ?# i) V! |$ LHow you tried to set them free,
. Y' Q0 Q3 q. e( Z7 f) B% k) h4 Y8 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 Y4 m, z+ C7 u* {5 L/ t0 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 z6 C2 r3 O3 T; T2 i: H) t; J# Y3 ?( Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) [& j( D( ]' z$ j( A; SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, \0 X) @7 C% G4 K+ e9 E, lWeathered 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, 7 p5 g0 @' t, A' v4 \( ]! }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & I- b9 b. n, I& J. ^+ r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ ]( p4 f2 \- \5 B# @* ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& I# Q6 H# R% F/ s! W2 c+ ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) h4 p$ w0 o/ ~' L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % I- G+ L$ W9 s. ]$ @5 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! b& e5 J, H$ i! eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( p' e6 B, c, A, S6 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! h4 |$ X1 t- M2 X
6 L! C: J( |6 c# |% [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! ^# T; k8 L7 T3 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
: ^4 e8 I8 y' J- o' T: l" r3 |- [How you tried to set them free,
8 \- p4 O# o+ j0 C( u+ f( i r- Q9 gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 F8 |1 C! k8 L+ B" u( E1 fPerhaps they never will. |
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