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3 {) X/ A+ o+ wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( Q: v/ h9 u* {+ ^7 v7 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ f9 {9 m- K3 g- C3 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# G+ V; K7 o8 z2 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 n9 ^* X1 t; D$ S$ B$ a; }9 x& ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# q( }" G5 C9 ?. a9 o3 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
# B" b" u0 d. \) R5 nHow you tried to set them free, ; e' {- p9 U& B' h2 r$ _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. m1 P0 a# O/ ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: B0 Z) G5 E5 Y/ |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ f' s) p; w# UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ }1 I$ N/ {% oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : V/ i+ y o% s. T; q0 l. h! u+ Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + D y5 ]1 t7 G( W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 k, T; a5 Q( p; t5 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, {8 c2 Q, J% S) H" L# FBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) q" R3 E8 z$ Y3 q" x. f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + C+ N0 P% I6 u% N6 C
6 c* A4 t1 ]4 E9 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 |. T4 v9 \7 m% j. }! Z$ Q0 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 o" B- Q$ e0 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' d9 l/ w4 A+ [4 s" s4 M+ Z- uThe 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,
2 W+ d% s; ]) \' {How you suffered for you sanity,, a/ E3 y* J1 {. \* T
How you tried to set them free, ( A! n& Z6 q, `2 A# H6 C8 J" G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ s2 [# S. T5 ^" B, ?- I! ]& uPerhaps they never will. |
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