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7 W/ ]' i# ^- A7 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + s: m6 q% y* M* L- T0 t4 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ V8 x& S8 Z! T. m' \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& Q, V' ^/ m# l" f( CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 b& b/ X- H3 i8 S: |1 y0 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* z2 \& a+ f; N, K' t% ?How you suffered for you sanity, 1 Q: N' a6 [: B3 V% R2 i1 Q
How you tried to set them free, 8 p# v* o, y% M$ Q. q2 R: M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # ?1 S! ?# i9 |- u& l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& d/ b, x Z+ g9 L/ {- ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: z% L: E, j. SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( x+ M2 D2 |* ^- Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) z c2 Q# X/ P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- E( j5 C9 m( u. C- {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 Z; W- o) t2 ], T: L. e2 f) lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 Q/ n! _$ d6 x- U& m2 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! Q% ]3 V& S w+ u8 S2 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 j r2 h, |. {8 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 ~3 K3 v8 j8 z& y- C4 w: X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' s7 T" X, e/ W& j; q `$ r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ ?1 t. [( p4 E2 N" h/ jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 E3 j4 ~$ c: J3 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 |3 F. w! ~1 N$ w9 vHow you suffered for you sanity,- {% X& Z0 O+ O5 ~( W! o
How you tried to set them free,
* w5 [" F0 v0 NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" |- f9 N: ~9 j8 l* vPerhaps they never will. |
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