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) \+ O, U- r1 u tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- s; Z2 ^! n2 [3 ?( F: N" {, E* `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 r: d8 T) C9 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: a' S6 c ?# DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# Z R. H4 U4 L9 z( ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 N* C# P& b9 g1 Z5 L# K1 ? @How you suffered for you sanity, 0 v, A" |" |. {* c2 I2 F" A
How you tried to set them free,
4 |" F" z1 U n0 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; n. e2 o- V) w" K5 d8 N- l& m9 V; s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! J! p$ o. ^( k* |, b1 A. B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 f+ n$ L6 `0 l( a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 z7 n( q8 {4 h1 a/ J- \/ sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 g% C: L p0 J- n5 a6 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 K+ o7 p4 C, x3 ?/ C8 m; F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 Z& J" p8 Y, T2 {/ ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; v# i6 ~5 e& H2 K5 m7 H4 Q/ q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" G& u# \7 {+ X9 U" k" n- P2 t! WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( y( ?. _1 B7 N- p" _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & v# R- Z- E4 [# z5 g* P1 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . v5 Z% S# e! T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- C0 w! D2 t# u- ?- zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, {9 P4 t+ f/ HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, E9 P5 R. r5 ?
How you suffered for you sanity, V7 @0 P) z- ~
How you tried to set them free, 3 G. d% `; F) I
They would not listen they're not listening still, & G9 @0 T% H& w& k. n& R
Perhaps they never will. |
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