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. B6 z) @" i1 h; KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! \% }2 T; O4 q/ B) @$ j# v# ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 T- O, T) ~+ F% }# y& n. t2 f8 x/ {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. h! |# M, d- W) @# ]* U' f V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. Q H' E3 T5 ]/ S' W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( o" ^; k( v8 o$ u; N2 X- L
How you suffered for you sanity,
! j# | q3 ~9 D( U# R' q: yHow you tried to set them free,
$ Q) @# ?/ H* k, W2 ^5 D c$ JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 \; }4 r$ R9 `' S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ o% ?- e& a2 t( N0 f3 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" J) D: r; ?/ @5 r8 X" s0 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 R { o4 H q9 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . o- m0 w9 D. N* u
7 X0 J# N$ B( D" L2 n; GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + P" Y8 e1 v! h! ]0 {2 L$ {; ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% A- I! ^$ J5 W7 b, F& nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 j; H' K. Y s: `2 n& a& j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. b, @" C5 ~- C4 a ]3 C$ }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 O/ u. m! A2 J2 K0 e; C0 M# UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 w! w2 l- B( Y0 Q' h9 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 ?5 l( l7 ]" i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* S4 \$ D& y8 m( s' U4 T# H2 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 l! K6 m. F" u& f$ f ^5 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- N$ k5 {. b# k; V2 K) h4 o# B. fHow you suffered for you sanity,
* X% |0 R& }# z r& [% v8 }2 tHow you tried to set them free, 5 M4 W+ ?' t4 X4 L, ], s& y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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