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1 p- f& h& a/ n9 B" Z& tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. O) q+ [3 } E+ U6 b' E& h+ LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" y: z) t& f! R, T8 a! A& DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 L( z2 `+ E% c' iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; O c/ d- Z3 f! k- {8 _0 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
M5 x, ^& ^& C; \/ Q; DHow you suffered for you sanity, : t w) {3 w7 j" }
How you tried to set them free, $ u3 l1 X+ i: A) a0 j. E: X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) R1 d. I9 _# GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: N$ z) ]; r, |0 q- w6 k! g9 C9 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. M! U" X: C! l* vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
i: F. B+ U# LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 Z/ ^# ?, q& `* |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 G- A4 S! @4 ]+ \$ ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% M' a+ `5 g& s0 h+ U2 ^, E2 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ w3 T C6 X+ Q! B5 F7 R5 x1 ]) {But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 C; e+ J6 i5 F1 r+ t7 G/ o2 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # U4 [+ w- w+ t# |# v5 x/ N( f- M+ y9 ?9 @9 x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 t- f9 b1 z4 N9 R2 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 ~6 f2 x# u* I" t) @1 w& y$ r; ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / v4 O6 j" D" I3 ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * C9 t1 N7 S. z7 C5 {9 A+ V, M
) X+ [( [* d5 G* T& tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, y( c- g, a' K/ U- ^How you suffered for you sanity," W. S9 I D4 V2 U7 {2 _) D
How you tried to set them free,
; ]$ h! y, Q# v6 _1 e& X, t" JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; D/ Q4 K: l4 N4 |* \# }Perhaps they never will. |
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