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$ V+ U: D& g' S5 s) xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 L% ]& N/ |5 }8 \9 Y6 @/ G3 I7 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( l4 a' _- w4 O/ x/ ?5 G o: z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ G) F F* i5 B2 {* bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- s8 }- F8 x+ `1 C+ n! v. L5 J/ ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! c: M; G& J* E; t7 |% i0 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
" ?; f1 V. A5 ]How you tried to set them free,
. e1 e' K! x" p6 p$ L- y8 T# PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % u, K* t6 F5 A1 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' E4 x$ l: ^9 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 B/ ~3 P( s5 q; ]" z$ @# O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ I! L7 y. g1 h9 O* p% VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 K" [* P# {5 p( D! S8 v" K
/ }: j A' b" K! ~4 S1 L, dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " x8 y* k& Z) F' ?9 j; t! N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 T9 A }$ D. f9 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 [; o0 F+ B9 M! D* r7 U+ j! k3 {$ ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, d$ S0 A' R s3 U8 \! S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ l' @) X: x# v6 L- s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( t8 J$ G/ \- a5 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' q" D# N1 x+ y' ?: |% v4 V: @: [, r9 e3 {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) C/ x$ B9 H' N& [: |! c" M bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 t+ s* ]& l/ _; l: k( U) G7 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 }& x! W* ]2 |# RHow you tried to set them free,
6 L3 j+ w' {* a8 }$ e' iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- m* a/ V$ }. W) b) p& vPerhaps they never will. |
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