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+ [3 X9 G6 w4 P, DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 m' C" _4 {9 F8 \ V! j9 p1 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & Y) ?# Z; N2 D2 G0 C7 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 Y( O4 a9 b. P9 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " N) J' a5 C ?& ]$ B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! P0 I E" V+ l1 L: V- ^! tHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 o& @+ g$ ?' B$ ^0 v8 B
How you tried to set them free,
8 s7 f/ N, p$ p4 x# YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % f/ p# y' t% y6 z7 V- G; r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' A; }8 O, {. Z. z+ j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% q- {9 L. Y3 y& u7 e) r* [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 I- F y' `* W1 {8 z* nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " G+ \5 |/ J6 i/ y2 m( \/ U- k
( Z1 D2 {$ v9 J7 z( BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
P+ c2 _: l2 E" d2 S5 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 a! t' ?& G: }8 }8 D. g) W6 R+ `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 _/ V9 i9 X& EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 r1 e7 C$ U- S8 ~2 F( mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ O/ P5 b. F0 J" ^% L$ b QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 r5 p. o+ x9 o) e4 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 i8 Y1 @# ]/ X/ b3 ?- Q2 N- {
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, / l# p8 h- m0 t i
How you suffered for you sanity,
' z# {- m; n/ s; |8 `0 G8 IHow you tried to set them free,
% J+ D8 q. {* vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 n3 m4 d& X& \5 s( j7 NPerhaps they never will. |
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