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; W! P1 ~5 U' r3 E+ ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" E3 c( Z. ? z3 H% q8 H; t- v) h; `( H4 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' h+ Z4 \% M4 w& c& X/ c' qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( \* j7 L4 ^& j- o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 K3 ]2 D" N; H3 w" ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ G9 `2 K) a6 c# ]4 c; P1 F7 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
! H4 o. e0 e% T; v% D6 ]How you tried to set them free,
" d7 d# |2 a# u( PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" o+ f% D ~, ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : c) `& T* T9 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 D+ ~$ N5 N, B; P' P* u& pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & Z" _+ @% { J; K% G4 T! c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& R q2 U; N& b( PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 A T% R0 I3 N1 YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 x9 E2 W: z! c6 L! s; lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 I% j/ H$ U1 F RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . e/ e6 p) u' Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) i+ X2 \7 E( }0 D7 j, iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) c" M6 ^6 _1 C0 CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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C3 B' _, Y% G2 s" ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. `1 C+ K8 s, u5 q1 _How you suffered for you sanity,
) @, B" I, [3 s+ z: {& sHow you tried to set them free, 1 b% ]# k8 c/ I6 W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 x3 W. V4 u1 G9 @0 c! {4 a- c3 {Perhaps they never will. |
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