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5 u- ]- E+ @1 t+ ?( a+ e$ z+ U1 _2 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# \- S! s% a! h+ e. @6 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( f5 W; M; Q( S" A+ z( t7 y' Y* SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 n2 C$ J* C; F$ U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 D h: Y" R# k" I" g) e) ] y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; {6 J2 H0 [9 M9 N& B- V" \1 g
How you suffered for you sanity, ; ]+ P2 i) }. b: L; d' @- X
How you tried to set them free,
p- B/ r6 o4 f; a' nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' y: u/ f& t( m6 N% \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
K! F( F- k' w. I6 N, Y7 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" @6 c0 R# v, A8 Q. r* IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' Q* s& V# Y$ A9 f8 p/ VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' l2 G# }- R+ T! {; Z( Z! h, a( A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ N) g4 Q( `3 g8 }* N6 L0 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' n: R- [8 c9 @! b3 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ G& y4 [- o, i8 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
- W/ x0 D/ `4 v5 t( {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( N8 y. l& r+ Z" U! p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , @0 W" ]* l/ W" \: z, n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) f6 ^ P7 d, T+ X( gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 x" q2 A' u& [4 N0 f$ n; XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 T4 o1 \% `% ?( [2 K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' J" ^, ?; ^) P5 L/ h* ]* PHow you suffered for you sanity,/ v1 |1 l: N: j- D
How you tried to set them free, $ }3 l+ J3 k# X3 Q% K7 t/ N, s* G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% k" J V# r. w; uPerhaps they never will. |
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