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* k( `: s( v4 F, L# f8 \, y7 `7 ^; OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 W% h5 Q2 v9 i& HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; t/ ^9 \6 S' w+ i/ F& nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 d& k# }1 ~. D; f# n: ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 H' t: I3 ^. `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 S. Q$ M4 b8 D+ T8 e, ~
How you suffered for you sanity, / H! Y7 L+ W9 B7 C7 w; ^, G
How you tried to set them free, / s S3 T* A' r* s* o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: ~1 F5 w9 ?3 k! v$ i# C( W5 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * D2 ~( d' w3 c* ~; {5 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 D$ ] S( I$ A; u; ~8 R! S% ]2 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ q) e2 V8 ?* b8 q7 bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 R0 |4 R1 K G6 J/ K" pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' {( S$ d3 K- W4 o1 S! |' D0 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 e4 j, l$ x$ O GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 z$ j( k* L4 s, c+ I! X
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 I2 B& K) c1 [; l W5 U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ z4 w; M/ W8 y( b7 R& {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ z4 ?3 D, T5 h% xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% S( F) D5 `& q' TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 o: x$ C. Z+ B, QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 U! b& Z; u* d- h
; d! {. E! m' N, p$ m7 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 e ^- w* V) i2 y, v/ j% E( [
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 [# M0 l) }- |6 d( o+ O4 u9 QHow you tried to set them free, ( L; h5 d( ^# Q2 a) Q* a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" t4 e: y( y& K! k aPerhaps they never will. |
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