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0 X& \. R+ [) k) Q3 A) pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" P! r9 n+ Y( I& g B8 g4 u4 g; b8 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - ~, }! q: l* I* N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! F9 [8 j; d/ }1 u$ `% n: ?. c }0 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ }& m9 Q) P6 @9 m' t3 V! F/ ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) ?4 m6 B8 b6 T* m9 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 v$ |8 [+ B) R3 p3 v3 RHow you tried to set them free,
, `8 Y/ A( v& ]% X* nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 u% k) C o6 L. |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 l: {6 ]; |. t* h$ N4 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; L/ l- b" E2 R8 x: S% y6 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; u( @1 H! H1 f9 t: ?8 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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f6 n( i; B# L6 M9 F9 _, e$ bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' ^+ f6 }3 T$ P n. N2 ?! B, g* d( hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) E7 X- X0 @+ x: @. Y7 |% UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( T. V4 v* `+ V/ n$ Q U. x5 mBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( r+ Y9 a2 e( ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; M% L4 _8 r. S9 s" UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) T& V/ O; d) K' FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% [* G- I! F! ?/ {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 b) y6 A" ^$ D2 z4 k7 ]+ m! A5 H& J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ s" v" [1 p7 h4 p2 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- }$ G2 L# ~: o) l8 cHow you suffered for you sanity, `3 T# g' G5 J; {# U6 ?4 w1 F1 W1 R8 f
How you tried to set them free, ; m9 M ]; d- m( N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- a. Y0 o4 m u& `5 {Perhaps they never will. |
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