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0 j/ _/ u/ k5 x: t7 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( o; V% P+ }4 ^( m% d) E2 Y' uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % k Z& J* L/ s; d8 G$ N% R7 r# c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 Y Y4 y+ W% i# @" E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( Y& `9 |" y! L( {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, _* ]$ q- D J4 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
' P e9 u) c; ` Z0 Z& S: GHow you tried to set them free,
# D \- x; T. S, H UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 M: f6 Z/ V H8 ~+ n* [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) x" U0 W6 ]9 u0 ?( O) I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- ` C- ?" Z5 P: `' IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 U4 [ U( x7 y4 |8 B7 L% w% iWeathered 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,
& O- u u2 d' Q( s QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; ^0 I7 Y/ b% ~7 K( ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* X+ Q1 s: `& K7 O& s! XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 l- `8 R' Z" r7 X% \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ q/ q5 z4 f% A/ ]: s* B* F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( ~ f* h3 [. o. P& d1 I$ nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ d/ E# R1 | n- UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 d5 Z: V. K. ~* Q3 H, _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + d' c: T7 G; e8 G+ f
How you suffered for you sanity,* I8 P0 [& f7 M6 o. [
How you tried to set them free,
$ Z- ?5 D- ^# G, kThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 l& a8 A8 h) l8 b! H3 b# w
Perhaps they never will. |
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