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P0 }+ I7 ~% g6 a! G/ GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ P4 d1 \" a& C/ M; WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; S$ m' ~1 Y! a& y' AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 {8 j: ]! ~ Z+ E: C# S5 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& E) i& a0 t- N2 ^3 h5 e2 X# }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 k# {9 L5 @1 z' h8 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ Q( m. o! q: j, C* d) V' yHow you tried to set them free,
. k, [6 A& i- l) j; @5 }1 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' B, g# g$ j8 y% g7 c3 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # ~& n: s" T; M& f7 o9 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- g" ` ^9 N- E" w* v" BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 W! C4 @# V4 v6 `8 e4 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 j4 l! E" Z9 \; wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 m' [2 a5 x( y* I+ G- ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % o- I7 {4 E4 B, _( m! ]: Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- X. D! ?: U4 [# `# F8 U/ TBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' h2 h M, I7 U# y$ U' D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 }2 S! S% _; W: N& x7 L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! _' d& D. }5 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + H5 q8 a; e. Y# g5 j; E2 Y5 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 q' C, u( y* F. s9 n* X0 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 T( p: d# f* {* K! j7 N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 v8 g1 x, |8 h" {9 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 N- U5 U2 L. U' ]5 a2 ?How you tried to set them free,
4 U! e% F) G5 P2 I6 LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ b2 J! b6 _; kPerhaps they never will. |
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