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# y- T4 R/ B5 W bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# ^, T! U0 @! [& }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - P* F$ E$ h/ O9 o* Q6 L4 r( P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& B" ? R- w# ~8 Q- cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 a, c) d( \2 u$ S, J) |$ T, {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; _; n; [& I: c
How you suffered for you sanity, , o) {; @: ~0 i" s
How you tried to set them free, % b9 X# e, ?, K, ]! d' q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " Z) g; Q0 z6 K3 j, u0 a: O4 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 f( H2 D E% J! v" b5 r! K3 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 ^5 s4 X* q& o$ eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 R9 q. c; L F* {/ s) GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 Y0 T/ E8 k8 f3 `) p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! R" y) X) D* F! `1 U( {8 Y6 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ {# e, h4 P% J" s/ U8 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 j" R+ @4 Z9 _/ `- WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: W( k" {7 ]- K) WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 i; ~2 c% B F$ r$ j+ y( a3 g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: H/ ` Z8 C9 O7 ]! @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 r7 T) h7 q/ t% u- Y* ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & W9 O$ [ \# F: Q. ~% k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 \% u! R' a/ l, L! zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 w7 v3 l* E1 C
How you suffered for you sanity,5 R- p, J) @0 x1 b/ ?, B5 Y& P; |
How you tried to set them free, 6 w% q# ], R! ?9 I3 U! D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& ]; ~8 f" ~- h* p4 f: s6 VPerhaps they never will. |
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