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+ Z" T3 {+ S( u: s. L9 q; ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- G; r4 x* h1 }" @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 P- J/ H0 [. ~' IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ A) N* s( A+ \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) u& a+ z+ K0 d+ R4 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 N! l; R2 T1 _& k- kHow you suffered for you sanity, # r: i8 E: e8 W9 Q- R9 A
How you tried to set them free, S3 L9 p9 ~5 x; Q( g( i' v$ l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * E* w, f+ o% y- B- D' y; b7 {1 U0 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 t5 w# M$ ]$ ~; p2 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 ]* h: G( I( [6 z+ j" w) {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 M+ d7 b( m% lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 V7 [% N# }+ t$ {8 A4 O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 h9 E9 k1 a( e1 ?$ ^7 M5 X! ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 `$ o: f- y8 T6 n* J/ N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; n$ _1 w* n. B2 |0 g- Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, , b3 Z* m9 D1 f& J( t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & k, P' s: ]- q+ G( Z) t- B
. _9 v6 T+ t: v$ ]' KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , \1 ]( g; a- j+ f/ i: \8 g# q. ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& @* ~ R' z3 E5 K9 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ [% w- u4 X. O; A) G; SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & p4 q3 x* n% o; @8 x% i' R1 Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' e, M; N9 i! Z. N1 mHow you suffered for you sanity,1 y. z5 X' K% e: y; G- d- D+ G
How you tried to set them free, 8 [5 f6 `) J9 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 j6 h0 l% f- |6 L) RPerhaps they never will. |
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