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/ v$ O- J3 T" @$ [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& B& u- B9 n) _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, \7 z8 i5 y/ ]$ G% D( j* pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: Z& ?7 V$ s! h9 M7 Q2 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / Y) l1 [/ m9 b# s: A5 |) v. Z' t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- t K. d7 y' g0 {# iHow you suffered for you sanity, , w4 K# F& n! r
How you tried to set them free,
, F/ {! @# G' O- V$ f& M* ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 i% U P# }* s' g% p3 F+ x) N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 G5 a5 J. G7 U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* o( W `8 q) p! @- {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ E3 O% L+ Z# u* d0 h# c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 Q, R6 o- [* r' d! I! u5 @' tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % ^" R3 C+ d+ F, I: N: f1 a2 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 ?3 m! ~0 W9 _% s: TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 P) z/ j& M8 \" }: mBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) j0 v- _" ^" S+ f: O. m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) o5 {. S9 I$ [3 r5 I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# _9 b6 z9 Q0 B* H- x, \3 }% M0 j2 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 ~: `1 b9 c/ H6 d$ pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " K& Z8 f- w" R4 b# V2 u+ x$ s
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, ; H3 Z2 _2 c/ b; n
How you suffered for you sanity,( \7 \$ [4 E; |. B. H( Q8 T
How you tried to set them free,
4 c" [2 o8 p$ UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: t6 D+ {& S7 } IPerhaps they never will. |
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