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9 y7 j# V( }' [$ a( ^4 |) |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( \+ d7 v6 {4 W* E! PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 z% Z8 D# Q, e+ K' fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 I" j) @+ d/ {4 G' u& I" K5 J2 j# Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- z6 s+ o; C v5 c) y1 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) s z2 c7 L' D
How you suffered for you sanity,
- M: W! V/ A1 Z! _How you tried to set them free, 5 Y# d( R% f& \, Z- e# P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * f+ r2 h- ^6 g9 _& ^7 m' y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: _! [& W& f5 v( S) fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 j; L- D s" Y- f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ t4 t5 i a& |, b* D0 k2 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 ?( W8 b& @4 @! O5 D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% U) k4 d3 ^% C+ NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- Q( o. g( b4 U$ Y( O# dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; J, i; |1 K, ?3 `5 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# n% `. n9 q# BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 _# {6 W9 y4 L$ o. }4 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % q2 @8 }4 A* j) e2 T/ a' s0 f6 D% k% Y& v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
J( z1 l2 w; R2 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 H; v, m4 |$ R7 k( w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! \# ]! W! Z. n) V5 D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 c, }. o& b/ z3 ]6 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ n; g$ L5 y: A" HHow you tried to set them free,
* c& e3 m) ^) q0 T8 q* ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
s; N, S6 J' ?( @# y+ x7 ePerhaps they never will. |
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