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3 R9 Z+ a- d- w- b5 b$ T, V( ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, E# v+ N' X5 Z0 ^! j, nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 N+ W$ E8 S% mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% E5 x6 k: C6 P1 B. ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! B4 i2 z$ _; N3 i$ x- `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 ]# r' z6 A( z) o
How you suffered for you sanity, & n% [ j, Z3 L' Q
How you tried to set them free,
. [8 L+ }% N8 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 a3 f e! l1 Z' E3 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 k/ R/ L; @. l; j# Y2 w# b6 v2 b9 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 _) M4 a# \! UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 D/ \1 |2 ^5 y$ H% wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* N' ?+ P! `8 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; t' L* |( l( V) x% }! ~! r/ U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : X6 n2 ?9 w' I/ V: W' A1 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 x" o, Y' b8 P: p4 i0 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, , S o+ W9 W3 x- ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 ` s+ ?+ v- C3 R; E9 Q) f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! a' C* H g tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( B1 x! H: `& T+ y& A* ?
The 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,
. c8 R5 E- \, Q2 a& a1 {/ h$ |How you suffered for you sanity,
3 ]9 m7 u7 L+ ~/ k2 G3 KHow you tried to set them free, 2 }" w. p: c/ R# Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, & K3 U, S# M8 B( M6 _4 P8 g7 k
Perhaps they never will. |
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