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0 D/ {- b* C& f5 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 X3 `7 _& M* a8 X( P8 f3 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* S! b3 X2 I; Q3 u# M4 W a' ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ W( ]# @4 b2 T$ k- TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # A( R$ e+ |, q) W( f, b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* e( m: O! L5 Z& \9 m5 ?% @
How you suffered for you sanity, ; \, B( j$ X2 l# U, P. d- T
How you tried to set them free,
( u1 Y8 a% G% `0 F$ uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. L0 Q8 a. V5 u( D# |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + P+ J; _0 ^" B" A/ Q/ S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 |" s' `. g @% Z* J1 E# Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 H e! Q; b0 y. x6 F
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, 2 Z2 k" Z0 W/ g4 C8 e1 t' e9 I5 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( |, B# p9 V# f( F. _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 d! Q \2 a$ C% x0 { jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' t+ O+ \ T! y) s1 Q9 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + @% N, l7 |+ v+ l$ O2 w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, l& O+ P- i1 b2 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " s1 @+ h* D" [* ` Y" b$ ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 ]8 E" C; p; a! x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ ]/ i8 a# @, ]7 A' dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' `; g5 g5 q# G3 ]/ o- ]( aHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 \6 y2 c, U9 O" `1 J' D; Z2 Y. WHow you tried to set them free, r( ~, |9 h2 S2 ?2 E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 i7 T' {, q" |7 \Perhaps they never will. |
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