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/ p+ N0 K, b2 [; a. nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 t; x- q7 Z- @, b" |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! o$ L7 d2 i4 r4 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ l1 a9 V& V8 B: c q. T8 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( I$ ]" X* C5 H9 K6 P7 Y" ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 {3 |4 r8 J$ q4 |6 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ n3 ^- }' Y) m% h5 K) k$ v n6 n! xHow you tried to set them free,
1 ?8 a' V/ q8 h0 S7 c- a/ WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 b% }6 R; T, [- ^; |* u2 C0 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% c( I3 N* ^" [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 T0 n4 M3 ^- r% r$ p( [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 ^9 I! R* ~' `, t4 Z! G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + h4 e" [: `/ {; s7 d) Z+ M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : W3 o0 |; M& Y. I6 J4 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 K j4 v- M$ J) T Y3 b8 ^6 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) F- f9 U% t; i7 d& eBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 u& n+ C U' Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 R3 i0 k1 k* p, w7 ~
\' o* I# j& X( y H1 ]+ p ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " a( A4 F7 R* X2 c, c2 N& j3 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / d- z3 k. ~$ \! A, z$ t' D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 }" D5 k' m9 o8 w+ S! nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : Y6 i% [+ l; |: u$ p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - J! G: X: _2 a1 `3 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ v2 W, z" T; D0 I5 a+ H7 |9 YHow you tried to set them free,
0 V, x5 c& |& wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" D1 c6 A$ Z" p0 yPerhaps they never will. |
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