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. L+ H- O& t9 A' T, }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" w2 _4 C/ w% uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# I( n4 p/ H0 G2 t% |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 B0 A4 @2 L' l8 K! F6 l! pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 [# y6 B8 A* C' c+ A2 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me," U1 _, v: r6 ~; g7 ]2 E" x {7 u7 d
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 _% q7 t- a* S+ X( r3 w
How you tried to set them free, : v" v5 d$ B0 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 g- ?2 b, A5 v) S, A( N) R! ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , e7 g7 c$ s; @6 u8 w: w3 r4 d1 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! Y) W+ x7 m! c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 L' t* P# g; h# T0 R4 j! V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% j ?7 { }2 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* j8 k8 ?8 O. C$ R4 \7 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 h! |* D" t& J8 C" D4 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 L, I8 J& m8 V0 I/ X5 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 n& v: [) K9 n$ z2 P( q s. ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 i2 e' K3 Y4 Y* Q( yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! b2 D3 }$ F' V2 E. _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- O/ I1 Q7 r c/ zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! o) L: Z/ n% e2 ?6 [; Q) W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. z, ]/ o, M+ d0 o+ k J# i# ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 a1 ~; }$ u& B7 H3 E7 G/ k5 { z) Q
How you suffered for you sanity,, q; z5 E- r1 h7 p
How you tried to set them free, , T1 s% J8 G- |4 @" r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 _% c F/ Y$ b% I6 m6 d5 O& W1 XPerhaps they never will. |
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