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+ Z) _2 j, f& W) e9 X: XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; z9 C5 N+ s8 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ W% F8 h3 Z( Y; CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 c+ L; g) P3 H6 Y0 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: j. Z) V3 q6 @4 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 Z5 Y% {* W* W! J8 i( gHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 f) g' p& e& C! R: G' | b" IHow you tried to set them free, , i6 e5 l( w( r8 U+ E7 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " n$ d: C( Q& N {$ n" a3 e, q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! T$ @- E" C4 p$ B; c& R" hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
l2 x5 P( v, X# T3 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 n" J9 l: j- O1 N! s, b+ O
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, 7 O- B' j) F2 j, ~" [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, k3 ~( P8 a$ i& A7 t! VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 @( t! A, W1 P- o! E6 A
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 v# B1 p; Z$ w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: `; u& q/ @2 j+ O- X6 r$ B/ C/ JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 J2 I/ x' `( n! R5 m" _( VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # f6 ]1 h7 T3 |3 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, T& n& ]3 J) @% S& ~; @, t. A
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 N1 e8 ]3 a6 e* KHow you tried to set them free, ' C. \% w$ ^! D% i
They would not listen they're not listening still, : o' {/ V0 N, `9 M- A4 u0 b2 X* ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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