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$ x3 U$ x3 Y/ a1 T9 D O7 W8 [0 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; o' D0 @7 s5 ~, X |1 p' {/ L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % ^$ S0 \+ C9 \% H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; B, U3 U* E" ^* }$ | B2 F/ T+ r6 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / n& r: G/ k1 O/ f, {5 m' d1 Y: U. m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 v2 H$ l @" t! \- {How you suffered for you sanity, 2 G5 V+ O) a+ E; R* } ?) N+ D& w
How you tried to set them free,
+ N- L# Z- y: [' O! g4 c( |( sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # [! ]0 M# i4 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / k1 q5 }+ J. x6 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # M+ _- d6 H/ t. S8 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . Q& \, l- A2 a7 U3 G6 u$ W* T2 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 i$ {" {' g9 p' VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 |( x1 D- {# g. IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ U) `# i; X7 S; u! w( |You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 S3 D+ k/ d7 G+ e1 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, + e: A/ A* {& Z- g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * x' Z& T N" w) Y3 v5 C( S) O! O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' j9 d( W4 F) s) _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' t0 P+ F% \$ W* G" p# @2 T/ bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & l$ d6 G* |6 @1 J, W1 y0 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# Z) N- | u) a' T- {; {. UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
\/ O' p1 E! m* z# d7 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 |# f3 ^' f9 |. c6 wHow you tried to set them free, 5 @- r3 N& n9 K- p8 R+ Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 ?6 S" c) l6 L Y- g
Perhaps they never will. |
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