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' y# M' U+ z: o, uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 x& Q: N. k" k6 j- {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , A. e/ M5 p$ f1 J0 A% J( E& x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 a2 G0 m1 |0 G2 [7 w$ L7 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - A: ^- L. c* H2 p# a+ p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 A3 a9 ?4 ]& }
How you suffered for you sanity, . ^. y4 ?# c1 g% o5 l0 `
How you tried to set them free,
0 G; O) [5 L* c4 y7 G2 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 P5 i' B2 }6 Y* a) A1 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% L; D) {2 k- rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 n5 u8 X* `6 J) U# D. }* u$ @. @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. Y" J# r$ ^" j; M/ E6 R# [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 @' Z' P2 R6 Z8 I; l. AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; D H0 s; j& Z# L5 S7 N% |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. J4 E) j0 c* ^ ?; h* TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ {$ ]6 X9 c2 S' k' H. BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! ?$ r% a' a. ~6 x; y- kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ L1 ? A( }8 [6 W4 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' ~) B, {$ v( i& h7 _5 g, _! v5 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . i+ z& w" }( @& O, |1 ]3 f7 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 F/ K" v5 C7 C! |3 x& b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 j, g- d5 B( ^9 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 N P- G! i) ]/ m# \1 D3 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,* J9 d5 D3 T7 n+ N& k8 U$ i
How you tried to set them free,
! i8 ?# d% P9 b- o0 m, [* PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
f6 G1 C" `! W( E* r' {Perhaps they never will. |
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