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. C3 w1 @6 C) g7 g4 ~: u& vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 Y8 n9 h6 \# `. c7 Y/ iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 l3 a4 y2 \5 a, f& D; Q" e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 N: B) A3 S6 J* u2 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " @/ d* S4 Q/ d- ~4 n& a0 T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" G6 L, J) h( X2 k. ^* @- SHow you suffered for you sanity,
" _) E( c/ U; s, HHow you tried to set them free,
& P5 V$ C! ~7 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 S$ p- D; K: }9 g) p7 I$ @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ a3 k# s& D1 i sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 |. }$ [% V8 |4 B0 C' L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 n6 E T. W1 y5 @ ?* T5 nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; x r* n! h& F; z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # m# r3 e) Q3 ?: {/ E- ^+ R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 L$ ~ b J" s ?2 }" j- BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) k* f/ p9 w* O+ c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ u3 M- R0 R% ?0 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 [7 ]& V- {1 J/ OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! e E, J1 W3 R0 C6 f' \7 A# QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 J( d: n) o' E& QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. W# X- u4 r J( U) x. C# h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* {0 _! t5 M1 j! v" DHow you suffered for you sanity,
) Y; I& a& k. U( T) n3 `0 pHow you tried to set them free,
1 D9 x0 |3 f& X+ h. JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( J: _- {; g+ J7 f; U9 qPerhaps they never will. |
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