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! I" z4 _5 k) B) U( x# AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 ]) {0 ^+ D9 i+ B9 Z1 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 T g' w+ O* Y2 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 U9 K% P. m$ J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ t+ D4 l$ A8 A7 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; n% f+ l9 ^8 J+ c* ~, a) H
How you suffered for you sanity,
* O* w6 M9 m. f& |( Y1 ?1 c% nHow you tried to set them free,
( P2 g6 f) K+ \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 z6 L3 s* Z j+ J( |4 |- F( V$ u8 M9 IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( D- v! ]/ T; u: O- D+ \4 }& DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' F5 x$ I% {3 [9 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( t& n" {; N) Y$ @2 A! Y: n# K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 g8 e6 C% \; Q: B# D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . X; K1 V' v3 a- W! ]* n! j# l+ B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 C. N! M7 d% q( Y, C5 u# d. y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 ~5 c# L, T9 a; J& R* d* N* LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! T4 t/ j" ?, E# W& c' i) ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ `; x9 ^1 X2 `( X# c% uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) v2 B/ Z5 p. }8 y' I& }& m! B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( M1 P$ p# J$ A @4 k# N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, J, r _# F1 i' Y QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ M; m& P: G( J3 u) Y$ SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; t ?8 l6 ~* ^" {How you suffered for you sanity,
7 ]8 p& F) N0 d, iHow you tried to set them free,
5 W7 b" Q1 o4 \$ l$ f. f0 uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% ^+ X; \- n5 vPerhaps they never will. |
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