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0 X& O- p# o: a. O- `8 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 Y2 S9 K; o" cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 X' X. W5 ?3 q0 v$ H! r5 B- y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- ^- |: E P$ Q2 p8 v1 Y: j4 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - G3 ^/ P, s' K/ R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! o7 m8 c2 @7 `/ u; G0 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ S" Q1 O( \7 ]8 B' {4 q" VHow you tried to set them free,
5 B! e4 R$ _) ~7 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 \- I- K* U2 g4 c- O- [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ t$ ^8 e: L! _3 X/ YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 G& } R$ e; e0 ]. e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 M3 X1 [' w }0 A( S. T& A1 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 k; V$ U7 w1 ]( a0 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # G$ _. _* q1 Q' k# `, O) S4 Y% S) O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 D; a4 t7 ~' ]# m0 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! ]" ~& z/ T: |( f. ?But I could have told you, Vincent, `7 b" E2 Z2 a5 I* K" h- C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( x7 l/ n3 l# d# aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 j8 c- I- ]0 \* c2 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ^2 x; v" x& W6 Y$ y1 p: I1 a( PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) S5 w0 B( e( WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" l/ C$ G6 R& [: [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( K# l# T5 T; e3 d& i ?6 QHow you suffered for you sanity,
% H% D( L; X4 {+ BHow you tried to set them free, ' ~2 a! q, z( r# y/ R' X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 H! c7 ]" E. m4 VPerhaps they never will. |
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