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' C' ]1 I& t6 J6 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, ]8 Q) l& e6 H9 U/ fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 ] ~ | R$ d7 u0 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: k0 r8 ]3 k3 G. BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& I T. |0 I# n/ rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 b, r0 \+ A+ m5 C/ a9 V, _$ EHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 Y# `3 a- c5 ~! C- p
How you tried to set them free,
$ x# }0 ?- A! H- \9 g; [! _6 r1 Z- I. tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 t2 d9 `/ M' _ L, `8 V( M# X* n. |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 o1 `3 x, }) k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. b4 U" Y3 [# X) y8 X& h8 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % P" e! Z7 m1 _0 f/ p1 D* Y. l& u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " j: p9 d/ n; `4 _ k6 K9 }5 |0 C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 e) X8 |2 r z" W% E& RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& ?. x2 Y) b& g4 f6 z2 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( `. N |- N5 h! j3 a3 A. \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; ^ f3 Y3 X2 u* cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " e) M" z) J5 B' n: A5 R0 Y3 e/ d# Z5 _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ M" B6 j3 M: V: EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 ?. F# f7 y9 o/ @" I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ ]1 K+ l; b. a/ a! D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# p1 K& l9 `8 G# L3 i1 KHow you suffered for you sanity,6 N9 F# b& T) R1 R* r K, \
How you tried to set them free, H, B' B$ @8 F$ K K3 w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- f3 Z* W/ Z: vPerhaps they never will. |
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