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2 z9 i* w" J. Y# `7 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, H; c$ I6 G, |4 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
@, O7 V t0 f b( O2 E8 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' V, N3 c1 f W5 C2 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & b+ F5 P' i( ?$ `+ t1 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! H) l9 t( g' `3 y% H- A& \7 k
How you suffered for you sanity, # T6 a- N% F- `0 v, \# F
How you tried to set them free, + I& K& M% j" |# g$ s: K9 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 ?7 n! E- r }* _. z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* h* Q7 u" O8 D- y$ n: |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' i4 j7 h w- d: Z8 _" k. UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 H& X/ l! J( v, Y: J t, \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: B. a; { G8 p ]' `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 @+ ~4 z2 [& |" u9 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 p9 F/ @( b% d& @" ^" e" V7 ~& z1 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ M3 P( G2 |$ m+ k' QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ B3 m' q7 H8 q) f5 ^# G9 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 M( W+ R" A" z. s( z5 X8 Q9 J; PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) u, z1 B! k1 G4 oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( s: w7 W) V2 k, G( l6 ]
The 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, ! G9 u9 n; x% U3 o4 C; d4 B8 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
! v/ M' B* q, C0 [( K& I/ J% OHow you tried to set them free, 7 ?# b6 T' F( O% i* G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; w4 [$ l' h) g$ ?1 fPerhaps they never will. |
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