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% u+ h, \% _, R2 M- ^6 l! qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 u) B9 U4 H* z3 G+ [% \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + O9 M7 {" ]$ W2 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 j4 f: [ g. }+ R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ u; } J& A y% H# x' v5 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 ^+ Z) p5 T9 wHow you suffered for you sanity, # V5 [; @, C) {- U$ K" r' Q+ C
How you tried to set them free, 7 t+ V* j; ]# Y) D, Z* @/ O0 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- a* o8 J" `: f; _* \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - a& N, X( z3 q# W4 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 I. _6 J. [' s8 d) Z6 ]2 k6 \' k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 O8 n1 F- t# I7 k& h
Weathered 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, ' x! |7 ~) P# x& A3 d3 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; w4 b' \# C2 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & R- h6 _# x% R5 y+ }4 c3 l
But I could have told you, Vincent, / |" s& l# @& g- B3 K7 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; M) l; N3 ]9 C; h) N. N; C( t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / A8 Y; D% Y# U+ W3 q8 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! F* I+ X: t' ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! N. q1 q' P A$ yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' c0 c* A' ]) g. s
( B7 Y T: |4 W) v4 i% w2 I4 J0 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 I/ E6 T; L" R8 K6 l: E3 @How you suffered for you sanity,) `+ C; l0 [' o' g" D/ t, W
How you tried to set them free, 7 [+ T' t2 d7 [5 A9 k N- C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% a6 W3 v# a) X6 X0 K' g0 TPerhaps they never will. |
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