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8 {! P7 p @; A$ D0 f6 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 _' `9 Y! D& T. p& P2 u. b5 ^. F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ ]" i' M V4 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ f7 A. e' Z6 Z, r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 k* l1 V4 m1 w* R, P) P7 n2 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, P( {0 ^# h `7 w* _2 c, x
How you suffered for you sanity, + W; }( p5 i0 ]$ M& S7 b& y) r; O6 o
How you tried to set them free, * _$ e) ?8 e0 }+ z+ |0 y3 J$ Y4 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* H5 U% @- P; {8 e9 a: kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! L" u$ b8 Y2 r0 K7 B; t ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " ^% Z; o" [- `( U4 p: t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; i# e- C% p" ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / V6 }. u3 W0 ?0 |5 H& J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* f( s9 a6 {% c5 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* x# U9 O+ I8 y5 K/ W- qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' B. ?$ i6 x. [4 O: b* l; o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* e# _) h6 g& K' z& {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; f: d' o& P9 ?+ MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 ]2 B$ Q0 j( w( m9 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 q% ~) [: R! C( ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 R- w4 y9 D) vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: H3 \1 x4 A6 d; ?7 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ {7 c* ~$ X8 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
! b3 M5 `; {2 K3 F" sHow you tried to set them free,
% r& K. P' `3 A# ]1 E3 P# ^5 z; JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 v( m1 h1 M5 F) b# ?* @7 nPerhaps they never will. |
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