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+ I P2 B6 |% k9 d, ?- _ ]8 c0 E' f% KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. G; a4 O) b4 t/ |( }8 X4 _; mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + a9 t7 @7 I+ D) b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 a4 m' C: }" u( k: \* _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 ?1 i8 Z* _& hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 W. v9 q; r$ Q) [How you suffered for you sanity,
; e0 F( O+ ~! U3 E! J# t: N' L+ w2 {- kHow you tried to set them free, # h! R& ^) y' i4 [# @8 A: q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. W! d0 W X6 P+ j/ R* K( T+ j# O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! C+ C' Z2 ~; C% h, |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 r+ O. R, s3 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( c4 _) H* G' N$ k" ^9 X5 I' X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 Q1 f% k2 x a: w1 x6 b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' g2 z% q" X: H- N) ~1 w$ kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 V( V4 K( @5 L& RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - \ K/ e7 g# A- d
But I could have told you, Vincent, " ~ c; p& d" i: p: W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 C. f1 ]; Q+ u# o7 ~2 ?9 A) m9 x
7 M4 o& O, y/ Q+ M' [5 ?6 `6 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% y& [+ A. n$ s% [" U" [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% n7 e! s0 B! M8 j% S0 Q: n" X$ ]. F2 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ v8 I3 P6 k' K0 a! ^, C! U
The 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,
7 @- n, S( B. j2 ^How you suffered for you sanity,
% r4 V1 g3 U/ R$ c9 sHow you tried to set them free,
2 l, @5 `) E* a) ^/ Z) |" p# _They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ F0 B" z# K* IPerhaps they never will. |
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