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/ n3 W$ {" f/ ^! ~8 G/ y) W. B" ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 O4 P6 [% E% w+ p8 K, ^! |9 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 O/ @. k/ q: ~$ V# @$ ?, [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 v3 m. f& {( _! I. U8 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! s( Y) P ]( z+ d6 N4 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' K% g! f" D* Z/ v7 G- ZHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 F3 n9 X8 O: X9 s% Z0 ]" b. ~
How you tried to set them free, ' Y# C/ W4 T4 j$ D8 P& c* {$ {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' U, A2 q. I2 {, C+ H& \1 l% B+ d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 D a# N, O" ?% o% o5 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, D, _1 T% e8 } a1 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 D, H4 L) }- n; C9 ]9 ?/ v3 }" J+ l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( A# c7 r$ o% H5 C8 ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ z4 _: L% r+ E2 W. j$ M! w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 ~% m* f. i" _% oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , ~2 E% H% I9 g5 j5 c$ N
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! a1 W; P5 W) {/ g( d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 S6 M. o& S1 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # X) {: M1 z+ Z+ d( t' X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, L' }! q+ x7 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! e, p& ^/ c& e1 L# Y4 R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * E. E4 N# N/ L5 n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # l, W5 w3 K c0 m9 r$ |" o
How you suffered for you sanity,0 @, d! v s! |5 W z# |. V
How you tried to set them free, ; E/ k$ P$ `- W3 b. C
They would not listen they're not listening still, . w8 {* l$ y7 y" J% v' z
Perhaps they never will. |
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