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7 l1 O0 b9 w& tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) b$ v7 F+ t, k3 \% c7 W: i0 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" a& K6 ]1 m+ j* q( hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 k, C% w$ \+ b t: J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 A8 Y' C. X- [0 ^! lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 C6 Z5 A. H4 \How you suffered for you sanity,
( A# C' j* \. jHow you tried to set them free,
8 L: C% B8 m9 s4 }( |! V2 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ Q; |' P7 x7 S" e& DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( Q5 |$ D* t' d+ K$ o1 _% T7 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % [9 T/ ?, s( j( `# G5 Z# k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, E' h( z$ S& P8 q- W) e9 u/ A
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,
! ]3 X9 [# y# lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 {. l, `" J, a* ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' w* n) E2 o5 i$ O5 E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 A/ n/ c# l" B+ N# `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) u0 J4 z8 P/ [0 O% D/ fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( m2 x, L9 Q4 k& q/ c/ gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 J$ b# n2 x( ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! a1 _7 X3 r( q* u* Y- k# jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " v% M. v) D% b- u+ T
How you suffered for you sanity,
: w6 u' n4 S# Z9 KHow you tried to set them free,
+ ~# |) i' p# x/ LThey would not listen they're not listening still, * ]" x7 d) }( E+ m) @/ p( t r0 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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