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; j2 Y2 h+ W* FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
^+ e! T/ S* }( oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 X! ]. Q; q6 b y0 VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ ~' V9 X3 p J1 z% m q |& sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + T$ w1 q ?; H1 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% ]: r* ~2 D7 X3 [How you suffered for you sanity,
- M+ ]* I B/ s. A0 QHow you tried to set them free,
2 U1 N* o' k% p; V* q1 J: GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + }6 _3 Z/ W6 H# q: k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 a8 ]2 @- c9 ?/ O9 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) i) {' Y" y6 s B" o$ w/ eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 h4 H! s- G( q9 H9 T3 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % ]' c5 F/ e( f/ Y$ R8 p4 l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ W. H8 o4 u8 q0 H0 n5 i8 Z+ Q9 W, m" J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! J! k/ w/ P- u' U& m; _3 o5 W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ r! G! y" {( Y' ~- T; p1 l! ]0 \But I could have told you, Vincent,
' Z/ H6 T. V; ]# qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 K1 h: |& L; }: O- E0 T& sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / x* K+ m) r# A2 V& }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( R0 H1 d: F9 [6 u% @+ Y( H; ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; }% n: a6 o2 }' M |4 x7 f6 _- X x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 H: L5 l2 d) M5 Z& NHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ N' l/ Q( c/ n! T& _1 eHow you tried to set them free,
. n9 h& N* t5 T* [They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ N- \/ k) s* b: bPerhaps they never will. |
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