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* _8 v5 g8 W' q( u- z/ xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 Y7 D9 u4 j7 |6 M3 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! M( P4 E4 q4 D5 y( Q6 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. @% {' ^+ u5 x5 b- }5 g3 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : q+ Q2 X9 P/ Y& W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% u+ Q$ j& x" S0 A2 ?How you suffered for you sanity, 7 g) R& c2 ~* b6 w! M: [" n
How you tried to set them free, ! a9 J) Y8 R. r7 w Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , h2 a, g2 E0 l5 B; A# t6 [! r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 ~% V- \( S6 R" sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 q* w7 g4 y. j5 j# L& Z/ A NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 d+ O. s/ C7 W' T8 Y* N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* D* k: `5 V6 t5 Q1 a1 u M8 X/ EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 M/ \( n. ~( F3 i3 C2 U0 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ [8 W. i( {0 J7 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: X$ t1 ?0 N/ ?" O, sBut I could have told you, Vincent, . F; ~- T- e' b: x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 c2 B, Y" H) q5 ?8 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 ~% {8 W H) s# L4 U2 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / x; Q# M, ]" l5 o; ~/ b& g. j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 _2 m3 u9 X! [8 ~; }' }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 M5 N% e1 `* ^ O5 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
" f: Q& |6 R0 P$ d$ fHow you tried to set them free, ! m! L+ R7 `/ b6 Z" s1 P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" F' V' J: m& t1 _+ F: J+ i9 VPerhaps they never will. |
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