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( ^, O8 r9 ]4 Z* @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) M; P: b2 a) v y9 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
^1 t2 [( ~8 [8 \* _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; a$ t1 X f- M- b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ o7 R7 W% g0 G, S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' ?7 t2 E! M; P: Z+ {0 WHow you suffered for you sanity, , I2 Y# }6 R! r P
How you tried to set them free,
$ B7 f1 x3 A& }8 n* kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " M! W6 c3 ]( o! W G$ ~! G+ ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , d6 m/ Y% T J2 M( l1 W5 f8 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' m' @( t0 o6 Y4 k- Q/ v" G6 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( |* j9 J, O1 n- X$ |: UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! O# ?: v3 u6 Y+ _$ f7 W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! \9 H& y- C2 X. `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ K, Y2 k4 X' pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 @) H5 `2 _5 T( k- m$ y8 j
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) E o$ W5 A( ]7 N# O" Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 w5 a9 \6 z5 c: G L7 h7 u' Y
- @# N+ B% z$ s( }0 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 `7 F" s ~8 J- @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % N# A4 _# e8 V% ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* a1 R+ x$ ]! wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 x8 U8 H9 |3 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ q' F: O9 ?# }% C% U! M0 tHow you tried to set them free, 2 z/ C$ w6 X9 _2 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 ]" @) t% c9 O5 bPerhaps they never will. |
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