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X* C( f; L* l8 b+ \! uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# j. G8 A' B' g; Z/ Q/ eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 ], u/ H% k3 k# u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 X" s& v# w% \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . N' h; H' X3 B; d5 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 r0 T3 O4 |& T% \- oHow you suffered for you sanity,
" y: z @' R4 N' b9 k& CHow you tried to set them free,
: ]- m; Y( E# u& F2 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 \5 h: I4 q7 G8 p% PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, e6 z8 e* Y- Q4 _7 w2 s% L3 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" k Z2 X$ Z. ~: Z0 a) P0 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % _( N' `' }4 _5 f! h5 X4 `% M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ [/ x) }( y5 `' MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) a) p7 u- h" h$ i+ _# q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 c) ^; L' p: y# ?3 k% B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 D( s) r0 `! R% u x$ _6 B4 ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 r( G! N% P2 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, A$ \0 E, p$ b% v" b/ U5 O6 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 h: D5 H; b# ~. _0 k& D1 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- p" P# E7 l* l! d i9 a3 K& LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + e4 B* d" n" }5 S1 F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 L2 b0 R, V" k, M0 B0 W+ W+ G' U( y( ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
- D' ?1 Y, s- \4 w8 j. ~How you tried to set them free, 5 Q. j8 C) i. G$ ~# Q# K) D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) Q4 d6 d+ _- S! ?5 y0 D, |& c8 C3 aPerhaps they never will. |
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