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. `/ c$ a% X: N- Y+ {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ n0 O `" N6 _% x# b: k; iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& {6 ?& [; x. E7 q- l, DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 A' f' B/ o6 V- m2 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' y3 R4 d) O8 r% ]5 S2 L( C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) X" @: v! D8 ~0 U" F
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 F0 Y# ?; z( D& d: n" LHow you tried to set them free, 5 }% q" k6 }2 e8 U* f9 h( `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, f8 r6 s$ v8 g# jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , {" x) P) A$ s9 R. b! ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 }$ j8 d! @; i( w( QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % Y' R) X5 |# k# A; w$ o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. {( {) T- s$ z# W: zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, r" g% Y$ a2 B/ }# Y+ N" Y F( O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- B6 ?* F6 c+ ^- f9 w& n- o p" ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. ~9 {+ m% k m: h7 X& P6 JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% N# O5 F2 Z! y9 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" G {1 }8 g9 L6 {" KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, s$ v1 M Y8 F& I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ G1 T; b$ L" C3 g- E0 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , _6 }. J. I" ~0 a6 j8 @: `: S8 t7 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 e8 h/ E* {/ u+ e
" q- M& `# z2 t. R/ gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 A7 K. u* f+ H# V
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 Q7 T: ~0 V. P8 B2 N- VHow you tried to set them free, / S# V/ a* f$ W$ l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 |! I: O) f: R. X1 `& }Perhaps they never will. |
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