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$ N" q9 w" Q; {) Z* m$ j& C$ g! ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 \/ c' a) F( i+ K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) `2 W& y. y9 t0 w/ A4 E: E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! X3 v; r+ e- ~1 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, P# p# Z6 H3 d; `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ c' Q4 b/ f# r) F' n% d$ Z6 O( D& S, R
How you suffered for you sanity,
q% L+ }0 [ @) p7 {: ^How you tried to set them free, ! V5 d6 \4 d. I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 F0 z1 i/ {4 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 B+ B+ j* C0 f: \0 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 J' A0 i/ I" \2 O" n: Z7 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! e- t7 d2 X) }- O
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, & Q' V) J8 \8 s( X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( \' x, Q' |5 d- g2 f$ B0 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 P* b2 b; E! Z0 X- ]1 V% ]& ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 U/ O, @$ L; R9 E y o% d* mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & m% r" ], p4 n: J. m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 m4 E/ M; t8 h8 o: qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * }4 k9 p: I* t) t' ?0 U1 M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : [( [/ q; A; z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& Z) \7 ~: I0 s& \9 {5 H% }5 s: C5 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 R0 ?$ t% Y: w1 k( k8 }$ `6 a% m* X8 z6 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ c1 Y. r% j' p2 R2 H5 G0 |5 MHow you tried to set them free,
4 ~) O, _+ a' ]1 P- A- A7 |They would not listen they're not listening still,
: |( ?& K: v* O. {( R+ n$ }6 F+ C& zPerhaps they never will. |
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