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# n8 j* \ R+ |8 S( R8 K4 |% TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: [( w# V5 p1 z, k( x( B& Q3 {9 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 X, T4 D/ v6 s% e t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 R& X% M; q. w% `/ y, L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . ~3 a. T5 T. b& E7 G# Q j" ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 [3 F8 o _; p' ~! x7 v" N, qHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 B) }) A F+ c' X$ UHow you tried to set them free,
! z) U6 X" v' P* IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! [" o/ }% m1 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 {' \" `. s8 F$ l% ^. |3 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 L0 H$ N0 d$ E8 A5 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' ?0 a( o5 ~# n5 T# PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # Y6 p$ b v- P: k* ]4 `8 s# t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 T+ C! B, T& J& D9 _- |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' \" r' {. p4 Z+ J8 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 Q( g$ R8 Q# c# T8 TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' [: S$ z; [3 T' m# JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 X3 {5 j& H& Q& }1 [5 k0 C$ w1 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ ^2 ^2 q7 H0 d9 h, KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 |7 t |7 N: t0 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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`- H5 v( m0 f. b% z, y7 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) Y7 T, j ^5 K R* f" d; v
How you suffered for you sanity,
% |+ @2 G' H0 IHow you tried to set them free, . S6 ]9 K# }7 Z# }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! \0 H1 T" x, G3 z) w" _Perhaps they never will. |
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