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0 }+ j( ?3 l! F4 O* s+ ^- r$ AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ k1 r" Y2 a" ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 E2 J* Q, q' n, _, T% A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- D$ o. n2 ^$ {& o9 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ D- e# f/ |: _; `5 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( J7 X# v; A# L* yHow you suffered for you sanity,
{# D5 W# j/ l* c: |8 cHow you tried to set them free,
8 o+ k* O9 c' C; `) K2 H" y DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, {4 c H3 n$ S6 J( W- w1 _5 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) {* M. k4 A3 B1 r- ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ U0 C, N# C1 @* SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) R3 s: C( U1 E* z7 F" ~9 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" m: R7 Z/ Y) H+ U! r* t( fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 Q% B% w) p: p1 R6 K e+ T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * k8 `2 z* N ?* W$ y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 m3 ^3 B3 g0 K* x4 P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" |+ \: J, C1 ~; z. M7 X; G# \5 r9 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . `" u7 I* G9 U- c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# w& z' [0 m4 S M3 d* v: \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % `9 i: a& T5 t) r; ~& \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 j! ]; W7 ]5 A6 M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
F2 h- C B' T7 z$ \ H. x zHow you suffered for you sanity,, U: F$ t- ?9 m% ?2 M
How you tried to set them free,
" g- c+ u) L8 i! yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( e" Z6 k- S/ j* m0 k: CPerhaps they never will. |
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