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" N) {# f" W) k: V2 }9 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& i1 C. q9 g, C9 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# m. K- e/ W/ Y$ d; | YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( n& t7 n6 G, w, Z; k# ?# D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% b |* Y5 \& I" ?3 b" k3 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,% F, p7 b& a' z% Z* g! Y
How you suffered for you sanity, ; F, G2 S0 s( d, ~6 O) E8 p6 L" r
How you tried to set them free, * n, ~; i4 f. _3 n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & w% ?$ V: m# k# n0 \( p' V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 m) C( B% S- T1 Y0 f, X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- {+ c' z9 L9 w8 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# r# b! J2 v7 b* Y! sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) h. Z7 I- h. mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 ^" c% J/ C4 M6 `4 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 d7 Q% s) Q- q* s/ Z2 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . G/ F3 n" T6 J2 r4 W
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; O) `, L# i. u) P1 t P1 x* w3 Z2 G" H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 K' o* T% @ p6 M* H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% }, u3 U$ o. Z- G6 |5 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 s1 ]5 m# O* L1 E, rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; H: ~, Y$ x; K% w5 B3 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 n- ^- R# R! pHow you suffered for you sanity,
% F/ B% ^" Y7 b5 e( wHow you tried to set them free, , @3 ?3 t! O! h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* R$ i' V& J, JPerhaps they never will. |
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