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1 E q* Y* G. t/ q7 p' P# p7 p! ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ u# g9 ~0 L# Q; ~: C7 Y* aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 F* a' U3 ?1 K6 b( |" g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, @; w9 g) @# l" t& v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* l' F, z6 ?" j! j9 z( MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, D& S+ i1 a- R# p
How you suffered for you sanity, : \% L- E6 [$ z3 Y7 e' B, }
How you tried to set them free, : q1 f9 @3 c* \* I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 |5 _4 v, V% a. K9 C: ]* _- nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ G) b6 R/ P3 P; n) oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 z$ R) P: L: ?: O1 F$ f4 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % r4 S! h3 C! B
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, B! G _8 w+ ~1 { ?8 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , V% r3 H5 s+ @$ p# S3 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 @9 m2 k3 X7 ]( [0 L- T! C. Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, * M8 x2 C5 V: i( |* r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , n( @, t ^ P Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ H3 Q, q- q% }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % S- V3 H* L- C+ i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 @9 N5 k6 @) \8 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 \9 W. \! }# ]7 Y0 G; }8 h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , s: b0 M9 h' ]) O9 Z) Y* p
How you suffered for you sanity,
: C6 K, M8 b/ y6 e5 i1 o3 k$ i5 u$ oHow you tried to set them free,
3 p. O# r7 [' n+ `* M3 n+ v% \They would not listen they're not listening still,
% G9 b$ \0 |, a7 ^5 }4 JPerhaps they never will. |
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