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8 k: Z* k4 w' s0 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) X/ x2 ^! `" `* f" `. ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ V9 f9 T2 z5 ~" Y7 @" o* N# s, DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
p1 i s, u% g7 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 W# N& H* b ]0 \2 l5 P" y: INow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 Z6 w& \! o. A% B
How you suffered for you sanity,
. r0 q# D9 D2 g, nHow you tried to set them free,
+ x6 l+ B. @6 P/ UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 l, S; [9 X4 o5 o" MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 \8 Z q. m* {- I: k5 }" uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 z) j8 _ g. n, H! _" e8 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ C* f1 C& ^* x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : I( j) b- J- ~3 @
1 B! y2 T) w) U7 L; _9 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " ~5 d8 D: S! ^$ N" U% \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . i8 X( u/ n: v* {6 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; |+ j g# ]$ TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* G5 S8 {4 M9 Q& iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 Y8 I% V/ h+ G, _. F8 B5 C" kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . N8 h1 \ Z9 y0 e$ {- d9 I$ Q6 l, W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 L9 l2 F! k1 f0 T8 Q" sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % |7 q5 [) ]8 |; ~% i! U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- q! b3 p. h- ?4 J( `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % r0 F5 I7 r/ C- g/ d( @% i( I
How you suffered for you sanity,! R1 A0 t% f$ x# O! O
How you tried to set them free,
" a/ l8 |5 C( L% y3 YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. _( L3 K# ?& S" K$ ePerhaps they never will. |
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