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* O! C. Q7 f+ f5 f% [% [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, B( a; M a+ i2 D0 ~% qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" _+ _& I+ g! G4 a% |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 U5 ?- F: D# T# O5 `- h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 z( F! [, h0 f* Z8 V3 }: {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# g p) k6 J2 u8 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 `! Y! f0 P4 F4 L9 DHow you tried to set them free,
; [( g# `' E$ R/ i* [6 V; kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
Q9 ~& [( t0 l: {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* i1 o8 ?% ]2 u+ b, XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" x$ U3 x- C4 ?2 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' [* P0 W3 v8 c4 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% t1 ]$ `/ f9 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# \: e" o9 g' M4 d) d5 ~) KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' P% U* K" U1 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 ^! F! g3 d0 @$ S9 Y4 @% |5 X3 C) `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' K( \8 Q: I6 t0 D. f8 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # d% {& g- @* W" ]- C/ {( y; G& |7 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ m0 Z2 ^& p3 i2 R# m& S* V( KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ ^7 b: D o+ p. G- U+ }% kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- h r" H. ^. {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ b0 ]& M5 d% y4 O5 v( vHow you suffered for you sanity,# m/ @) v: h g7 I3 w* F
How you tried to set them free, * p1 K$ K# P6 X% B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( f. Y5 m3 R" O; t' P6 H3 dPerhaps they never will. |
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