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) v3 q, L2 |4 Z F8 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + n7 t& V+ Q4 z0 ~% b2 ]. ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% A2 s b, a0 H) |/ [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ ~7 O0 l) ?# U2 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" X( d9 i8 g$ I! x& O( S! HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! B) A3 [* C5 l! P2 T0 Y2 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
" R- a9 x7 R- a- n8 L6 R# QHow you tried to set them free,
) B- U) C+ U0 @! NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) Y/ o. e W' o- ?8 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # k: a9 I3 l: M8 r( R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 F X _4 R, W2 A/ H& v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; H! Y* l5 i/ R2 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; W" G# m4 \( t$ F3 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( S4 w. |, _$ ~+ \7 V" c% @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" z, E8 x1 T1 @; l' t: `/ H) N: hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! V, i0 X; q9 {% T4 X: Y4 w5 p4 aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" F% t* k4 I# ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. a% M' B- F: S1 r: fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' j: C/ [2 a5 d1 y' ^$ z: mThe 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,
! ~7 J1 r1 z/ ^0 F* X- EHow you suffered for you sanity,- u" e6 ~) ~: {2 {' S
How you tried to set them free,
5 R- z* d2 }1 ^5 Q+ xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, s( {; Y) _' ^7 hPerhaps they never will. |
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