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# j; M5 Q+ [4 l( TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 ~( @# c0 s+ o- l# H: YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " O" R! v2 `% T O6 e7 M a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& G' s% m$ @' X, xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& t# _2 G0 q% o( ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: P1 }4 h6 S& e2 f3 Y3 J$ ~( G3 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ z5 [# l( B6 v+ G) A- @How you tried to set them free, ) T* X& p; N0 I# i8 K4 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: T2 }% I; [, xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- ~& c% @+ @* ~6 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' w+ L8 Z. } C, N i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / E8 Z1 X- J: q1 P
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,
+ Y2 Q6 H$ e, [8 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 B( _5 I" X' h OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . R4 C+ p7 t+ q' ?, j8 ^0 u# l
But I could have told you, Vincent, . a( t$ s9 X8 D0 a' j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) u2 S- G; l8 }* p- r" X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 @' E$ J M: l' [0 [ \6 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; Z+ ~# U4 M/ J. @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 x! [' b/ s+ x! B; w' c
9 i0 X- z/ h- |, d& L2 P$ F% L |: UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 Q( A/ B! R4 c4 c8 p1 {How you suffered for you sanity,% o0 }& a( {3 `2 _- C% h
How you tried to set them free, ( x& l# P% l9 p9 _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 @2 `- Y% u7 s; c5 HPerhaps they never will. |
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