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4 ^* _. L% q0 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 [; c- q7 i6 c0 U- e* j# `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
P" S" l- @) z0 J4 u$ S8 F- y+ Y- i5 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- |7 V! U- C3 H; o1 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! i% x N1 }* Y. d% \4 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" ?" C, y; u& M- P5 Q4 z/ i5 @How you suffered for you sanity,
5 n! `* o6 f* ^/ R; ~How you tried to set them free, 0 K# [0 f3 ]* L9 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ V2 g- P, t7 F) aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : }- B1 E1 `+ l9 C. o8 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 j$ D" p, E/ O" HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 b1 _& K9 D: a7 s) y: Y5 }/ c6 Q: O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 h) f. w; _. n8 j7 p* w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' \ G% z' I; P. f `# L) U, ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - _2 H# k+ K" I7 `3 @# R0 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" D7 G8 V7 o% d$ q6 D, ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% h6 a, g- Z$ c G0 f& BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : |& z; {" f. Y9 j9 t& m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 y, m) x% s4 u8 R7 n3 i0 n0 I, z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 b$ t" x8 o0 t/ N _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # }- a/ I* [" v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % O! U; } K, D7 F8 n7 y
How you suffered for you sanity,) O# B& | x: `: f
How you tried to set them free, / X/ I% u: T0 d4 i) o3 I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, e G6 E, I; y# I& YPerhaps they never will. |
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