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# s8 Z1 R, d4 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" v% s1 ~% G6 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; W" K4 p7 k! R. {# n8 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) M' z2 v* Y p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 S1 z- S& L8 u1 A I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) U$ g2 x) X3 F, q1 S, B7 _" c$ ?( X9 e
How you suffered for you sanity, " e) R. a3 w* i/ F
How you tried to set them free,
$ y u2 r7 y, Z. s5 V( `( CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
]2 {) F! I) N; ^4 y! YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! r* T. p- n/ x' |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" W. a5 d. n @% {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( `2 q0 u$ f7 P2 m% b" o; h7 A$ _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- U7 l" |( H0 b& L+ D4 N- n, A5 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: F" A9 Z8 l" d) _8 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( [8 W8 c6 s$ U( D) dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 G6 G4 o5 ?2 Y5 |; v5 @But I could have told you, Vincent,
' ~) d: F! `' T+ W; F' zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - q( X# }6 t' m
! q- H0 j1 X$ p, ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! E) j4 A9 ^ b7 q9 L) T$ aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 G. ^: p+ i7 v' I: \2 M: NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ F' X# h* D2 d9 J9 o+ pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * n z* |9 `2 p/ w3 d8 f# U/ `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + y; N- J6 t7 O% W9 }
How you suffered for you sanity, |0 A; q/ H/ m, f! G* a
How you tried to set them free, + F+ m( I2 l; o; R$ n2 M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" T: r9 b- A6 F* kPerhaps they never will. |
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