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8 g! F! Z: e9 X% `8 J- xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, [" P+ B1 d" e) m) T6 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 J8 w" i$ Q* T7 z/ P9 k, ]# iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! z5 D) }* D5 u& T0 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! n4 ~; e* d+ M& f7 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% L9 C: q. Z8 ~6 ]3 U3 x" M) mHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 y& h E) K/ i6 ]: pHow you tried to set them free,
8 X+ j0 q+ x P$ \7 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, v8 A8 @; z; W5 W% f* eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 A( h) @' b2 W2 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 N! y2 P1 G$ l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
g' r- A9 r7 x& u& eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( N% t. o6 E$ p; k2 s A m2 |+ tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / c$ ~0 }* a1 p* o8 H& S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # g0 ^/ f; U, s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! d5 M/ n1 E8 P, |8 h4 bBut I could have told you, Vincent, , U5 `8 [" A- s: o1 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 J8 S- R, I- }* r8 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " P% w6 E1 D! ]* l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 D9 i( e. q0 U9 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; m. J, ]8 X0 K* E* w, G) A W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 o+ Y( ?' z( O# Q7 qHow you suffered for you sanity,; F9 } f7 m4 X+ B; J- S1 Q- k
How you tried to set them free,
% j0 Y0 k0 X, o) r7 @8 B# n2 lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% {' ?5 Y% K- h$ |& ePerhaps they never will. |
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