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$ P F! Z" k$ [% g- ^* XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( b: A0 \+ E4 f* x" l4 F+ mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' H6 L9 Z. E1 G; Q+ |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 P& F9 h) @( @2 T" uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 d; w! T5 Q$ T. S- V( v/ @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; H. R3 w& k! Z: WHow you suffered for you sanity,
% q+ T4 t3 y/ H% t0 s4 }! ^. G2 A: DHow you tried to set them free,
% r |0 y+ C6 _$ yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 y) }8 n- s4 ?6 q2 ?! B. sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " J8 ^% s1 n- x5 k- K( }1 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / j; Q: Y' p6 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 u% k# r! l% P6 `# J( d4 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / b1 P9 D/ Q. m
7 G. q- f* _7 j8 b2 I i# \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " ]5 F" l( f$ V8 j b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 A+ u. c2 h. g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, D/ F8 t6 M& y6 L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 l# Y2 s& Y: k6 X7 D" s) o6 M& r& _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 l9 P( A$ N5 U, K9 t6 d2 R0 h0 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " P4 ?4 k$ T4 m( ~9 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' t( G& x8 ?# R( m8 d5 Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & [2 o; `- e* v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 V' p0 [1 P% b; v8 F6 ~4 h! t% F
How you suffered for you sanity, O+ f9 E# n* @9 l
How you tried to set them free, . g) M7 i2 k; l$ t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 r" m& }$ D* F0 X" _Perhaps they never will. |
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