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! _2 F+ s7 p2 a+ r# dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 f7 O) l; g4 k4 Y& SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / q# B1 ?4 f) A8 I: k! Y) v& S2 D% L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! ~# Z6 K" Y2 F& i. WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ L2 C1 u/ e- _% C; q! H( c5 m5 f* v$ mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 p; K! ]. v m# Z- OHow you suffered for you sanity,
% E3 q |3 X5 a; ]4 \1 U. U/ ^How you tried to set them free, $ I9 E, e: t" R B. R* j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 P1 o# E% [: [2 P H: GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 ~) Y) g# h$ N' b1 c' ~$ H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- p- I+ i- u0 J( z! XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. m% ^1 x5 h8 a/ z6 CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, \, [& T) Q3 G& oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 v- B$ Z7 R& E( s! @! IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( e) W% E( ^5 Q3 _! I9 v LBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; F3 q" ]" W& x6 I A& _+ v( \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 D7 X2 y' v: t& J% cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - Y4 F$ W; N% k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 w( O- ~+ ~ ^( {+ ^9 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 c) ]) K! g$ hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - V5 L* C1 e f/ x) P0 O
; m# W: M: Z$ K z1 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . n7 W4 }9 B3 l7 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
% g4 I5 i1 q& Q3 UHow you tried to set them free,
1 U m4 M5 d4 O+ D4 P; |$ p, \They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 F# S, P( Q4 ]% XPerhaps they never will. |
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