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* N/ l; G8 A" \! q; V! T$ |; ~# RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 e+ P& ]. z# jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + o/ i4 A' d" Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 l7 j% Q5 D1 J' b1 { U( v n9 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - @# ^9 ^. _$ R* w* q( y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ A- ]9 ?" V: }8 z7 [How you suffered for you sanity, - l! b: t* ]) G
How you tried to set them free, 9 T5 R* W' K {; ]; o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # z, E) z, M" M2 W+ T M3 I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & N8 Q5 O. h# q% t4 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% I* M9 Y" p" y. O+ f; P9 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 I5 t0 b5 x+ {3 J; Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 N7 [5 Z: n1 F$ ]( v
7 M4 f+ x7 A6 B9 k4 x5 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : O% i* R A) B0 F) H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ Z5 _$ \; W0 R7 Y( V) A) C) G) k: YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - l1 n, R3 d: V7 c: c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 }8 j9 t* W; B, x8 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / F, ^( \# J( T% T0 @3 U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ X$ H5 m2 f. M5 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, _' t/ Z* n- W g# m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 X- r! S. R# a/ G+ Z* T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 J$ e, t( s9 F+ W/ qHow you suffered for you sanity,% p% E; g2 [) S! N' E
How you tried to set them free, ! \+ s! m7 M8 B3 b" A$ T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* y7 t8 B/ T, }2 |1 YPerhaps they never will. |
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