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: H" X7 {9 X% H+ m2 _6 b; d+ x1 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 {) Z! J5 d. E1 [( WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 M S6 n% W: S1 \5 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ d9 ~5 R! a5 o/ j1 {2 J0 \1 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( i) d. N2 y, Y* L) f* J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ t% Q: g9 ^% ]How you suffered for you sanity,
. ` E3 C Y( nHow you tried to set them free, 8 K* ^0 r4 U! U- \* y( C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: S1 @) c8 u5 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: I) s4 h B! g2 g4 `$ S( ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " z1 U% U3 P- m E$ Y4 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# A$ t S6 d. _% EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; m; S5 K, U9 L+ |
3 F* w M B2 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! n3 X/ z) P7 \8 H+ G" mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) {8 |% F# b! gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 _: o3 H8 N, V% S3 g
But I could have told you, Vincent, & j1 d/ d0 y! Y! h' x( P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* M. j3 c/ j/ _& V* S' O3 l: jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 a$ f% g; O# N5 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 |* U+ ]# Y0 @! I5 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 ^4 z; A" O xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # i" | x) B/ `8 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ s$ Q& O+ C2 E0 sHow you tried to set them free, . ]7 t2 {6 o! d! Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: k( K4 F6 ^$ |+ t) l& wPerhaps they never will. |
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