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2 Y0 P5 \9 {& e7 f5 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 p! E' L/ E; f' ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 [, ~$ u" v+ H& {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ |( f6 f9 [% z& K- MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 ~# W& E3 G( v9 R' a/ g; sNow I understand what you tried to say to me, a1 N$ |4 ]5 L6 g
How you suffered for you sanity, # r( m: R% j7 j, M. t! C
How you tried to set them free, * d3 E: U- }* x# G6 |( |) d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% N' F& w |7 P4 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 a' J* N/ [0 w* x3 e' Y- _9 S8 U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 u& s9 S" W; c# B9 y4 _+ r F3 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; L8 W, I$ r7 X# {" FWeathered 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,
- N, W* `6 G% B; S& \2 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 t+ o0 v7 t A1 _0 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 G6 D* c c5 x3 e: E! C* IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 G" B8 r1 r* @- S2 Q+ EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 O; I5 M# c) V: hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* p: H8 S3 c4 c, t3 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - W3 I V+ E9 O- y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 Q4 I6 o6 Y+ z5 Y) O1 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % O* o9 \+ l' I6 @, _6 ~& n* V2 F
' \6 X) a/ G/ M9 U. H3 ~) wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) U! B: K; L" r0 v2 v1 b
How you suffered for you sanity,! j4 Z5 Z' S O! i, |: U& b: W
How you tried to set them free, 8 @" _8 {7 d d) b" u g0 {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, P0 B+ H3 z" v' zPerhaps they never will. |
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