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t9 v' y% J* j/ XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; K* b( b8 h; N" ~" U uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% i7 a: `) v" ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 z/ G, h7 `6 T7 H- n$ ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 B( @' q9 o9 m% E3 }- S8 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 ^. N$ p+ m/ j9 r* l8 Y
How you suffered for you sanity, + y. S: l4 ^$ K3 k6 h
How you tried to set them free,
. @* o H4 x) g% \+ FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* O( O5 `4 y( w0 g& k$ M, {9 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 m9 q& p9 X, b% Y( V3 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 O. S" _1 C' v( O C: ?- @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + ]: V/ L8 w% e5 o3 s- [1 g+ _2 K- m9 J
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, / @( G6 S" K: |; Z! Y7 e1 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 y& q) ^* j0 p3 e% T: `4 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% _ t }# q) T4 c/ ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 r1 X2 H6 h' [# B/ SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- N5 p+ D, z* F. ^7 b% gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . M. M6 n# P; Q& m# _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : d3 q Z* k( D5 V* v5 ~; I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 ?, m; f8 U1 |0 Z5 y$ w9 H3 d+ x- z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 U6 L6 I/ k% YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 k9 t0 T# @, v* _2 E0 N4 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
( p! V: A6 D1 I* S8 \7 @' N+ n7 EHow you tried to set them free, ! e/ Q+ ^! E7 s9 r, v
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 w7 |/ s9 G" U2 E9 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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