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$ R9 W, P3 Y! r+ g& N. NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ m# b; w; N: g8 C" JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 Z K' Z2 ^ q# z' @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ }) t8 c7 f. J7 d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 Z! q; J0 H3 J; L5 w. Y* lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 j, _# w6 ?& m9 i5 Y4 C/ P0 Q
How you suffered for you sanity, * D, b3 |2 y c, ~ k3 v$ a
How you tried to set them free, ; L W% }3 v1 q7 ]9 d& S4 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. i Z) `! O2 x1 F( k# r# @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 D u2 O% T: V6 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ [/ O; z1 V6 v' K( q5 Z! B4 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 F3 ?7 j" n$ j5 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ O) F8 E5 J0 ]1 s+ w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 Y6 u6 c h: _# H) F, I: r! jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& B. n% u6 ?" Y: |# v1 zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 ?& g; }# _) J* x& ~9 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ F: S+ U( N3 {8 z0 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - E5 x% V: O% ]" Z# p/ S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 s7 I" a3 J8 z% e4 i' Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) W, ]) S( ^ U. n6 N+ dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 r1 y% j( [' P9 \: N% {0 d
! [; o3 J0 c, g8 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 C* Q, R6 G5 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
% k! `; \" N6 M9 |( M# THow you tried to set them free, - S, H. e# m6 a6 ]( i$ f$ r% z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' h( M- \: r1 L. e, yPerhaps they never will. |
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