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+ Q+ f+ W) t i% ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 W2 I1 w O2 ^* H% p: VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ X0 `% b& m6 N5 {* t4 u% R; u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% `; b3 X7 [4 T! k- ~2 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 ]# a6 a: H( O7 {( w" iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! R* r" I7 ]' H0 D/ R
How you suffered for you sanity,
: I" H4 g2 Z6 N! d$ ]' @2 _How you tried to set them free, 9 N$ o/ t) u8 `% d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) D/ O' p" t5 I0 V* E/ O: @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: @- U3 l( B. A, r4 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( F7 E$ E% f1 @- _$ {: p( ^- q' A. Q+ |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) C. b5 D' d: \ x) R3 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 M" B( k3 V6 t3 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 _9 v# p/ ~3 t$ x( YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 L+ w& _9 D4 y2 r( j7 x2 v6 j6 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 k6 C2 a7 I0 t+ s/ B/ i8 rBut I could have told you, Vincent, - U- } W( r* ]4 i/ g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; M _- Z3 Z$ _) H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 \2 v) L: s6 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - m; p3 U0 p5 w- Q4 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 q8 C, z9 o' l+ [" ]8 bThe 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,
$ m* I4 h/ c' W8 B0 U! wHow you suffered for you sanity,
" |7 N# N# l( V3 L1 t* [' bHow you tried to set them free,
# \, a2 }) X2 C4 j) |. F# K8 _They would not listen they're not listening still,
; p$ O& C' [# [& DPerhaps they never will. |
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