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# S* a, M8 c7 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * i+ @* Q3 [ ^3 k) i( Z! f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ C0 S4 D, i6 Z" |5 x; E& p5 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ Y! e% j# p+ L/ X6 M6 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- V- p; x& q- X6 T& lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 ~( G+ `7 R: B; y' o3 q
How you suffered for you sanity, % K. \/ X' _: w
How you tried to set them free, $ G H: }( D2 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 S; d1 r& R& M! w) [/ s0 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
u- [# H; a. c8 \7 n) ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. E, u5 m% F% n( S& p+ P+ l! `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
T, m& e0 [3 f) S" F9 W3 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ ~0 b/ O. E1 J& SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 Z. U5 S$ F! P+ q: ]. P- t, ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 a/ z# @) }! x; v/ l$ P( _* dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " m$ c4 a+ ]: I
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 N& T/ s2 V$ y! p* S& Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + {+ x0 h7 M5 u, W0 O1 |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% O; I1 }* W$ f1 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 \% Y% P! k1 a( a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # l- T6 L7 }6 o4 C: u# L
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 e: \# b0 a9 n' }0 Z9 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
^" o; W3 N8 o5 [4 n4 m. v& \6 |How you tried to set them free, $ {+ R6 G5 h, q) {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& w2 ~9 T4 k! S6 [. m3 d# |& LPerhaps they never will. |
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