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% d/ j/ r9 ^1 M5 b5 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 }8 O U7 D6 S) g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 f/ d: w+ q# L" l5 K- mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; f8 @5 R# b4 `% F! aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 N" s/ p/ a9 ]( a. c, KNow I understand what you tried to say to me," ?0 ], V% O5 C6 M6 D2 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
' G6 ?. P s! O7 EHow you tried to set them free,
9 c% S" }/ _, a" bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 M+ M3 l) S, y9 k p& F, I; AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " p/ T; k0 Y' h6 A3 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 q& B0 ^8 C+ w5 B% a! f& vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . R. I% B6 i! S. C' k b$ 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,
- O8 Y b% ?. U H. S4 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 ]$ R N! A9 s! m6 C1 f/ J: k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* _/ D% }0 D# v7 j/ b- T/ rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; @: D# u1 J; v8 m7 X, l- BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) u$ T, U2 v' N! ]: Q% ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 J+ x+ ]4 M T( l2 F9 B7 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 p! V7 G s, s" O A3 R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 ~4 u$ r6 O; i+ p) c, D* T0 I) ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# h R; F( ~: `- y3 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ K5 d! f) g4 E& _How you tried to set them free,
- ~$ x$ f, |1 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ V9 w$ i I7 N6 q9 q8 G- aPerhaps they never will. |
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