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( X3 j! O! d8 D' B2 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 r& A8 Q& c; U: pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 |7 F0 v; g' ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 P. O7 I. U% ?4 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / s; Q/ W. w- [: K+ X4 s& h, ?6 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& ]6 \. S; o5 w& d% R p+ G
How you suffered for you sanity,
. c9 v/ a2 f+ b4 j2 THow you tried to set them free,
$ s6 z" s9 K+ h6 T+ w: rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 b6 b( @& r" C4 q; ?9 {* F! f1 ]- D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 g; i* h8 L$ \' Q( m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' M9 d8 K6 j6 c$ @: W" PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + j* D- @. q& v( ~3 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* I4 v9 Z0 B8 B% f _1 ?% JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 I3 h7 y' v$ {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' H( a2 c6 c& Q- hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, F$ k4 o, p( ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 ^: z6 I. d! `$ l# _& ]' }- D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 G8 Y0 O: n$ n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. }$ P/ D' v7 \, O, c# ], ` w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; W" i8 n" u/ p, O# x3 M. ^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, : l% p0 T( L, Y/ C" J, l4 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 I1 K. Y E% w3 Y- eHow you tried to set them free,
, a9 a( [7 p$ ?: o9 yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% P0 n+ q" T2 @+ g- o* PPerhaps they never will. |
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