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" n, \* H6 I$ o0 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ y# D5 G7 h! _9 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% E$ e$ C) b3 j: J# k3 Z6 |3 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 o/ l; M1 ?# Q+ H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' R. Z* L% C; y6 E6 [1 ~1 m5 f/ FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 F- P% q4 y; OHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ x0 `# k! d: E$ E# S4 P. H+ h) FHow you tried to set them free, ' i% F) P, T( [- A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. Y% C9 t9 \* v8 u# H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 H) t9 Z6 }5 L* u2 n: l+ P8 A- |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* O; t4 h5 X+ s5 ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 u R9 X# \" V AWeathered 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, - d6 t9 Z9 b$ D, H0 `* O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 _6 A% t3 B; o& |& x7 i4 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" K9 Y2 D5 h; ]7 j$ k; VBut I could have told you, Vincent, & b) n2 o& b9 ~) w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 v8 v; a, n: z XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 r" }' s$ m! Q% m' ^4 n! ^- D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , Q5 p2 R, C' t" y$ k, x3 `# ?2 \3 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * V! D; `, x- z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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N. ^( s& S( [, L& l. |) I( @/ o! ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 P+ i& p: c3 I) |- A% u2 ?) e
How you suffered for you sanity,
" b: C$ ~: D1 t, a/ o% b: O9 sHow you tried to set them free, ; ~% C" h3 c$ }: ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' X; G1 |( _4 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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