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! I5 W6 b$ {3 f, G) n/ z0 [0 R5 W0 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ Q" Y! O/ K5 y4 H' C5 y# p, _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" l( a# L8 s$ I) DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 W: t" }5 r! B5 ? G- O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " ]5 o1 P& q( q. i2 c: F# |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 `& o" V3 j# d7 q- LHow you suffered for you sanity, . k. @. S/ R" F& P' Q! f
How you tried to set them free,
: e1 A: F9 ~5 t3 A" a8 y# JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 W' ~; Y D d& [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . D6 q( g/ w0 v" L+ r: y! w0 @0 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 T6 u8 r0 s% v4 P3 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % t7 K6 Q" `6 L" A9 P4 O5 C
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, 8 X* |9 L6 Z0 H2 ^: p$ P* T# j2 q' X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 ~ b* _+ H! a( @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * o% |9 b' p0 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 E, p# q+ k3 [ c# l2 n V rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 \" Q" b# t9 J }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 H% L* F* P, ]- |* c1 q7 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( H8 x& ~/ v8 X0 A& W" K* N
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,
$ p+ m0 j/ n3 c; b* y8 `" X/ i7 BHow you suffered for you sanity,$ P9 L! v7 C9 B2 I
How you tried to set them free,
, ~' F6 O1 y1 S/ D0 s& MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 Q3 |# k4 M' `: Y4 mPerhaps they never will. |
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