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& K# e2 i. g1 A% A% b4 h: U* K; f: CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ {% I8 Q! U2 H/ N" X: ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* u5 `! n a, c7 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# o0 ^+ m1 [: g0 _, s" U" b. q" x: [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 ]* O8 ?0 }5 l4 V% C. C8 W& uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ Z3 G! q1 d* ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
' H1 q5 F3 d* d- f- FHow you tried to set them free, 4 ]# P, o) M( R7 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ \; A4 Y7 P: Q! F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" H# P( J" I) T0 f, lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 F) n5 L3 y n2 H: ^0 w7 m2 T$ _! ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' C# R* R! S* i; x* C/ R6 M6 v
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,
$ }5 o; @1 m" e0 `: y$ a' a0 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 y5 y. |2 C+ p+ h; U! s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) N/ F8 b2 R/ Z+ y' S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ {; M0 r' C* o; K1 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 r. Z8 z/ Z; T( SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. Y% a- P+ L1 z# q3 w' e0 x4 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' S# }# w2 J( m |0 U( l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' N1 ?6 b8 l# z: Z+ m. B0 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 w5 h6 ?# {* V% ` \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - M6 n9 u. s0 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
) L1 c" t7 \" v* q% J& \How you tried to set them free, " r2 {: d# Z" Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' s; a& g( E' B. [+ ]. T' ]Perhaps they never will. |
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