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5 Y0 z6 l$ P/ r9 J! \- ~9 O1 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 W P6 X+ K* U/ R& }. P% h7 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ _3 l* }! b, GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' p Q2 j1 ?! Z5 R5 @' d# DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* m# P6 ?; H7 B- i$ |/ p9 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( I3 g) G' @& E1 s3 ?' UHow you suffered for you sanity,
' W% c' ^8 I7 L7 R x7 GHow you tried to set them free,
8 ]4 o6 \3 c- [0 H9 ?" |+ eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" Z, P1 l" {% g% t8 p; IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" u+ d% l) q4 X" o( @" WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . c6 a" n) \4 H8 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : s3 \5 b2 o3 Y( |3 P) _% F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! M E2 @( D; h U: Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 c) m) w) e. O" v# q3 }' L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 r+ |" ~9 e4 s7 _/ W" c6 t [# mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& W. c7 G, M$ r9 ~3 q' q0 I) P) hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# X4 l8 x9 _. W6 [/ `: wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 G [# r* r9 J* H X0 @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 o7 C! n( t. x1 c3 [) ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& }" Y* n/ v% L, x& oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 A( K# ?4 k; u: ] \5 {( CThe 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, ; k7 F; V/ ]8 P! h1 V
How you suffered for you sanity,1 I. g9 u, Z+ L x( g2 a/ H
How you tried to set them free,
+ l; H6 a- g/ I$ m: A( v! DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
^3 _, ~, f" O$ B( J9 e+ g- h& PPerhaps they never will. |
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