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6 y+ d/ v3 t6 n* D* c$ B9 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" v) g8 N7 X7 j4 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- C: Z& A, N- dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- Y0 t! b# u% h) k8 i+ m9 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " i7 W* l2 | Z7 I6 @- W$ H/ w5 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ N/ w8 K @ N1 o) r6 k+ VHow you suffered for you sanity, ( T2 c; D$ @- W& ?
How you tried to set them free,
) a: i7 z( x6 @. z5 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' V, _$ }7 b" v/ q. cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * k" i9 n/ o9 o) i/ r) K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " l7 F8 k/ M, C; X m7 G% L! S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; U# `3 v6 Z5 g* ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( |9 a' t5 b- c* H* R! ^5 T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( I5 y1 b1 t3 k3 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; V' J3 {6 {3 z" o+ t1 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ r; l" p* w0 Q! a* n+ W0 gBut I could have told you, Vincent, " s0 F4 `7 i$ ^ G' d6 ?9 N% V3 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 O6 [# t0 m2 s& P( e
4 Y7 t1 Z; s! R( tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 ^9 X% Z8 n, C! U8 k4 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 T3 y! `+ F) G" n r/ g# lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 D3 Y! i c( u& i6 K0 o2 LThe 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,
% }% k; ~3 I5 H. g0 ?' s3 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
* l Q' E% v; C; \+ x8 ZHow you tried to set them free, 9 A9 x' ^4 ^/ \; r. \" j# |/ J) J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 U# E! r5 w/ a$ k" z$ HPerhaps they never will. |
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