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3 Q3 \4 P) `7 m3 E( xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 U1 R7 I8 N/ ?1 U8 B1 o" l2 J0 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! |8 s' K8 @# N5 a6 ]1 A; e( A& V$ J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 \6 f( _- k6 H2 A2 S. `$ ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 N: N5 C' j) K# x3 f% [$ x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ T6 z- B+ B6 d
How you suffered for you sanity, - X0 k1 h/ @' p) J' H
How you tried to set them free,
4 r" G* E1 N* |# L) Z& MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & `6 b' k! V+ Z3 v1 b4 T; U; d2 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 l3 q4 Z+ |! pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 M2 |7 X7 p |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! w( ?2 U( T! V: C3 h
Weathered 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, " f* R: i2 H! P# W; p" ~% V) B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 g1 X" t& }) l" w7 o" L( B/ G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 C" P8 d! Z4 C0 |& sBut I could have told you, Vincent, - I3 X& ^1 E3 u$ U5 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ \+ C Z. G1 R6 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * B& t/ ?1 h8 d" _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . ~: u- d" y5 R; V+ Q/ x& E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; N" d; E# X9 x# U* f( UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " H* H! x; m- a# B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
l# C8 z8 j7 wHow you suffered for you sanity,8 l- q0 Z0 `% P$ F# p
How you tried to set them free,
# k1 `' U: T) a$ \1 m, V( Z7 gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' d; W# _" ]# g/ y XPerhaps they never will. |
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