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) Y/ L" o" A7 F" E! mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ _; r& [; R7 X5 Y% B& T, e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. L' {) ]: X& H/ i$ d! i. ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. g8 e' n5 m z; n9 }/ P0 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 S) o# w2 M9 ~4 O7 e0 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' }& V, Z. c# ?- U+ i) X6 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 V3 \& `1 D0 g; h8 U9 ZHow you tried to set them free,
# Q: \1 p4 O* GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ t+ R7 R) w" i8 V$ v, S7 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 Z& m$ O, _( @" _0 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " W! Q( d# A3 { O u& `4 ~+ Q: S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 o! X' M! _+ l6 A3 y$ u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 }7 k' X( E0 H6 R/ F& b
5 s' X) Y1 j9 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 f. Z. @$ Z: ~$ c1 _" f& B$ S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ f p) }% [. O: bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ V4 `7 W) A- nBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 ~/ D! U; q$ e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% h: V) p6 {6 Z2 cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! B8 h8 k1 O6 W t+ v- c) m3 I* p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) m! l( t" p' i0 A, {3 K) [2 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # J6 S' h( W) A( b" i5 }
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,
^: ]& O8 x% C- w5 ] AHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 `9 M% Z0 ^" g' E, z9 v; O( T: {! HHow you tried to set them free, % \" S5 Z% q1 r5 T. j( d7 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" |; o0 C; K( H x2 n9 f+ ePerhaps they never will. |
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