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0 ?0 x' f% G" L" }( y# B2 e9 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) O' H; D; a. T( p0 g/ lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ }% x7 W- S7 X7 {9 `# `; SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
f/ o0 {3 X+ m, G5 e8 c" P. G4 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# Q/ ?0 F* Z% o! d1 N% `8 p. INow I understand what you tried to say to me,( r2 W+ D/ S8 e. z% ~; O `' o
How you suffered for you sanity, % l- D5 E, ?3 ~4 ]) Y( V0 d
How you tried to set them free,
) _. T9 p3 c! t i( b3 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & @7 e3 \( z3 M0 q+ E3 E' ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( S9 \ j6 t4 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 k' e5 z! R3 r3 y8 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 T# L- D: [# W" e8 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 b. ?. n, S; \- r# H `) k& v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 O) B* D; X) j* `+ f7 k- ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 s4 Z8 D5 c( e3 G% Y% AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 U: t Z' y6 Z- EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' o! K! d) m& @/ X2 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 J4 Y! j$ e4 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& D: `1 m; k4 I, DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 P" x6 n% J& Z. y# }4 J$ TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ X9 }0 o+ b) oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ S' W7 }% A5 _+ D% zHow you suffered for you sanity,% s$ J7 j( |9 Z8 w3 y; R" ]& N% `
How you tried to set them free, 2 q+ W3 H2 \9 n, h6 B
They would not listen they're not listening still, : ^& N! {2 _* R* J% P) Z) Z s% R9 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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