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- O- P! ~- ^. D! s- ~- aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 T" X0 R/ m6 y! a- k6 w: c2 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
D+ j$ W H Y5 m D XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( \% m9 l4 o1 Q! P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' s2 y3 X$ a" F: o1 f7 J8 |" jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 d3 c C. f" ^5 t2 ]5 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 F9 u1 d j7 y5 S4 o* w0 _; }How you tried to set them free,
5 O! Z# Z9 P5 Z/ _7 i2 r' pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 {) u, f# L1 l, c9 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 N! \* L$ G1 y6 c. K4 C5 t! R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 d7 {0 Z# f) z3 ?! N0 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 z- Y, T& D9 g$ }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( ^- ?6 n& |+ |5 U1 F" c9 n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " n% g& y) a3 F, ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. \9 V, [/ R# G- ~* R; ^! iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 J1 h: P; }1 }. ?) G0 i5 DBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 }% m0 {6 W0 Q4 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ Q! @' D3 B- ` {' H* o7 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. w O& Z, K+ k M5 F" k9 }7 G1 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* i" D+ p& f6 o6 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, S- W" D! {9 b) b8 z2 [8 _5 j. [7 t- WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; _7 J2 `2 N5 hHow you suffered for you sanity,: H7 ^0 R3 R" C& g4 ]: @
How you tried to set them free,
7 ~0 i B3 M4 F) S& pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% |9 {8 S3 {& o; bPerhaps they never will. |
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