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C0 k% _" I3 {$ T h7 k% pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; F0 F, z9 H- O& ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ v! T3 x( c4 S6 o& s4 _+ w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& @2 i0 W8 h5 x+ e3 [- E9 y- o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- |4 T6 |/ q+ Q" o" WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; f, c: z9 c w2 t
How you suffered for you sanity, * E+ k1 ]$ X1 v( a6 @! k$ k2 ?; A' q
How you tried to set them free, 0 t$ U+ F# K0 g+ u* {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! |/ w+ {, Q! n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / ?# x+ I) z5 K! \* A4 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 S" e' O! f; j G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " N1 [" k6 h3 ]4 w- \8 f
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,
+ U0 F/ e, `1 D2 s: w& SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 U/ @4 e4 t9 R! m/ \$ |: N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 w6 V6 H& Y8 ]& T7 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 d$ S& [4 M1 q) q5 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. `0 h. V+ Q. ]5 { C7 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% Y$ l! l. P' k; [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + F& i* w3 `7 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ s3 s3 ]3 v0 q/ x$ n1 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * |4 G. q5 g! K' S5 q4 R6 v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % j7 C5 }4 B3 f' |* `
How you suffered for you sanity,
. Z% A$ h$ E, G+ S7 kHow you tried to set them free,
% [3 H$ C2 V( {They would not listen they're not listening still, # K$ w0 _ O& ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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