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/ j3 p- @* k, c+ U- {+ H0 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 p- }2 Q' V# K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ \/ t5 @8 Y' e: _+ y+ {# KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 k# l# e( D7 S1 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 A5 ^6 R9 k7 [) o4 B$ W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- `8 ^: |' ?; X. E, G, _8 ~$ }9 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
% i) h8 X5 B/ }) Q+ J/ @- FHow you tried to set them free, 9 |' c. T3 J) B4 q! r0 j; l o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 R% F6 B* G( s1 z- F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & ~/ P+ @0 a2 U+ n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
Y2 F# {5 H1 K* VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 A) b% T& D6 Y0 ^8 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " G& J8 h! V- x0 t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + w- R4 E0 [* h/ K# }& D2 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( U$ j E! H# r( \' y7 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 Z, D; h( r$ u/ sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ R( H+ T* B7 z/ gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 L9 Q3 f" H* V) [7 a v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 Q0 T' U" q) y& W8 _8 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + n2 ]! G, w* K: a/ X! t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; {* ~! N! p. @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) T+ K: L4 r5 R# D! q$ x7 l/ k( h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 l j: @) w( b( P; o; ^* z
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 e- k+ x1 \) v8 H3 dHow you tried to set them free, 1 u! F% w, Z2 O" Y$ v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' o# g" ^1 E5 c, m! t& I5 a/ |Perhaps they never will. |
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