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. }; h7 r# K- o8 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 F3 S6 z3 H6 f" s2 R4 g Y$ {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# v; l0 A! w! Z8 W; qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 p6 d4 X2 @/ F6 G0 [# \8 y4 S/ [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% L1 y- u) C! d; WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 B9 x, ^# u1 F
How you suffered for you sanity, & y8 z A7 D. j) y( ]- R: U( M
How you tried to set them free,
$ x: C/ C% X( ]" p7 k+ C; ], VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : P" Q4 V8 J8 e0 \6 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( v6 j. i8 i# ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & Y" _4 l& f$ H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 B. W- p0 N5 ^2 M$ `/ X# T
Weathered 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, ) g) Z5 l. U+ o3 O+ N3 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" q; L; x: {/ b3 L# @4 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & b6 P( P" ] j- {- x8 O( f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& D0 R% k: \ u! ]. r E- Y0 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 k: x; A/ R! c# v: `1 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% v; k! Q3 V2 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% [" N1 i9 P" ?& Y) bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& h. J( ~ |: k8 p% A% s- ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! C: o% |5 s+ G0 R" A6 s% e9 l1 ^# x
- X8 M% f/ V( |- N1 [. s4 W& @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) [1 A9 H: @5 F' A8 JHow you suffered for you sanity,5 N, |& i) P g- S
How you tried to set them free, 0 T& O+ C# A2 C0 c& L3 x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# d, @" g+ | D$ w* ]4 zPerhaps they never will. |
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