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/ {( E/ X/ {: s) PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! \& G& z' g; f& _! @$ oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 K `& |, j2 ~* n7 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 Y F' l5 f7 g; @' s2 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ y3 j: z( A$ ?+ {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; ]6 h% u" S6 \: V" G/ n) W
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 \5 K: q/ B. d1 P) q
How you tried to set them free, 4 q, \$ W; M$ O5 R7 }( M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 z+ A( o5 n, J8 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Z- ^1 b" ?0 j k, q; c4 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' [) Z- g5 ]* j2 |2 R2 X; X- t4 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % b2 @* I; e0 a* Z6 r/ o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ o: ?0 R7 f( H9 e; i; _: x
# p) C" ~$ A2 y% `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : f0 n7 q, }* b% L9 [. s. O) Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! |7 y4 b7 S7 d) o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! f4 g P9 E1 x" B6 |- D2 Z0 dBut I could have told you, Vincent, + F5 s+ B5 j9 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 N/ a3 L- b$ c) \1 L/ wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: T7 a2 q% ?1 q" O7 x* NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ y Y* ~4 v$ R+ ~/ }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 m5 P% ~8 {1 L9 u9 X6 X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + r( u+ D" c/ c) u& Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
: _2 Q' k7 N7 g: P5 c( R' w( H) C) ^How you tried to set them free, $ U! {& q. H2 M1 v* T6 _0 t$ [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, |$ u) `9 s9 b9 D3 `3 UPerhaps they never will. |
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