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4 P0 x3 r7 U) G& }6 e% |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) Q9 ~4 d& m# ?1 g5 d: [/ B/ |" PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! d( \: P* C v+ l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 a* i F8 B/ ]6 VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( S" V- N' S3 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! W! a+ Y) X6 I& b
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ G% L8 i& h% k8 X6 E: ZHow you tried to set them free,
) S. ~* \& n+ ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 ?: k6 q9 g: v* y# S6 V5 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 B$ _. U; E0 k9 w% B5 i- q3 c/ _0 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 d1 I( ^, G, l3 h/ z- }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! |6 I2 n3 s1 [: }& b. \6 _0 {' S9 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 F8 L8 ?+ P. D# T. e3 u- C, [3 w: LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; u' X- B c0 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( ~$ o% o" M r, S& ^0 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! f5 v. b( E" G6 S& f+ Z! r8 Q$ X5 B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- o7 m+ E5 a) H9 h( V& p0 g4 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 Q. w$ N" R4 s4 G3 M: ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( m- b4 a6 s/ |( ?! x. c7 J7 C% f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 O+ A# M( {2 q! Z/ ^4 F7 A( i6 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, B/ U7 U6 w v4 d; G4 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# z9 N/ l5 y9 {9 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : E+ P# Q8 b$ L& ]) t
How you suffered for you sanity,' J) ?+ D" F- h2 J
How you tried to set them free,
" \. e. [* C7 X" ~& B+ }( t9 E3 @They would not listen they're not listening still,
! A; r8 {) D, I- A% k& APerhaps they never will. |
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