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) K) x8 P" W1 e- B9 j4 D3 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 P0 i8 E5 K+ ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! y. V3 x/ Q1 E+ `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( R _" V5 T7 m8 J0 U# Q- p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " s8 m1 s5 B2 X3 F: b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 K7 A6 O6 U5 QHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 X3 v1 N- ]3 B. s$ \ M" n
How you tried to set them free, - N9 v" r: |2 g, ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 h% [, k3 [ ], S# {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - P1 X6 q b$ m1 O" Q6 b/ n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 a% a$ [ r/ [8 S/ nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 w( t5 h6 E8 e/ q8 j, O f) G! rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 k: z6 f r% T* ~: a1 k7 ~
3 \, n6 x" w8 L! k; dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) T' |2 d) Q: d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 k4 ^/ R. q% U7 |7 B, U, [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 ]' E2 d/ N) R4 U, d+ b/ i4 L+ |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* L5 O# o4 z' e6 x- K0 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # y' N0 R. ~, d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 y0 h) C& s6 |. f* J% u. `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 P0 `5 O$ q4 s& CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 |+ c! D2 A( i- u1 j1 G; @ ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 F$ J6 _- Q% [9 N& h% u4 p4 c pHow you suffered for you sanity, w6 B" T! V$ M# C
How you tried to set them free, + j3 m: @# ]$ g7 _4 r, C# ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, b) Y1 j7 g3 a1 Q: L |. OPerhaps they never will. |
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