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# M) a+ a/ q1 O5 H& nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * E1 V2 W8 a5 m5 H( }0 ] }; w; _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , Q) E% _7 B1 y4 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ Y+ h, ~( j$ x5 W* E7 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & j1 Q3 ~& B3 E4 V, a* f- G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. {* g. [4 m9 @8 H5 k
How you suffered for you sanity, : o2 E! j7 R* g3 }8 T* z
How you tried to set them free,
4 x0 `3 G" a* U. F" ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 S9 b) L* o, E v5 R3 N# k6 W$ W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# E7 K, Z, W+ G$ Q+ X* dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 P1 L2 ?/ v2 N3 k3 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; u5 r+ Q7 h( TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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d7 Y" v. T1 e( @6 f4 ^* `& dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) G3 h J- { y z% u. z: ^" _2 E0 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 w, c* B3 l8 p- _You took your life as lovers ofter do, # i/ L, l. ?3 v1 q; C( S6 R* r
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 D- _: W5 ]5 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- n% {4 S( F# U T YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( o0 D" W; }# N) t' ?7 B0 h- p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 a9 _5 i% ]5 QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- }- o: w" L S( a7 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, S1 y& {/ M$ L6 S3 z6 Y7 D( X
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ z! D9 Z- |7 T& t/ m( U# u% |How you tried to set them free,
8 X( |4 _& _/ s/ m' {+ hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& i( P0 \' o5 x3 F" bPerhaps they never will. |
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