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# x1 h" j% i. W$ }# z: ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ [$ h2 m6 \. d/ U0 N# YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / W: W0 ^* `4 C' Y$ s5 E% I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 O0 s% f+ l# G. R4 }+ M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & k# o4 u: k7 i, I3 ?0 V+ h: z6 g0 L4 [$ l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 m; u5 ~, v6 g
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 y7 W( O8 l9 [
How you tried to set them free, ! E- _5 [+ B% q+ T3 Z+ D: G1 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 S, p% a/ L; F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, E+ ~0 j' u3 k% ~" R2 ^4 O* f+ }$ qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- |5 N* b) w/ k, M4 S+ _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 S, |* S5 ?, Y- t& e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. B% T& _( p. k* u' D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & q; ? D: S2 w/ _$ o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # u5 j6 V/ H2 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 C) k" {7 v1 ]' |$ } V3 P* [* r) rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- i) Y5 Q$ e4 w* P9 v$ n- RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 I, Z+ ^% G }5 R- f; c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( ?- n, o% A4 U( yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% U. l' a& f: M0 M# H1 F2 o1 mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : }, @- N+ H4 s# D L0 Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , A; I6 ]; o2 C) }5 y# }
How you suffered for you sanity,5 A. F8 s* J6 D9 J4 C5 A F
How you tried to set them free, ) T1 |( B. P( R" W7 k2 I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- n4 G; H5 D: e/ V. sPerhaps they never will. |
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