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; Z3 x. F7 m* z/ H+ nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& u+ Q- J( H" q" x/ g" a" j* V* qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% o: k I# g1 O- BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: |' t0 ^- I5 R8 m* ~6 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: k7 x& p1 {, ?$ e% {5 l! f" XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* e& }' M. s7 q* N( T7 D, O5 }1 ~How you suffered for you sanity, ) n- j2 ~, z, e7 H* V
How you tried to set them free, * K3 O. l( W1 Y2 i9 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 c0 b1 k& V) T' y: e' |: G- @( ]6 E7 ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; ]& u* `- }/ X7 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 q3 y8 b3 i" T0 F$ gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . c8 s' m# M; {( h) {9 |* {8 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, A" @" {' h* rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 o/ b1 _0 e }9 H( f S: x. ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , x7 s, S! C. G% V+ z1 t9 q. A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) V. |" `3 m: }$ b M1 [+ Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 D# v8 }7 ` b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 W+ T7 j: m! M/ I7 Y; JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% s! z+ }/ m$ X* ?. OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ W l" F+ t" R7 n. uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' |( A. ~2 F U* U' G6 G6 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# g4 u. e2 c' R, {0 a, \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 Z* @, B3 M6 m2 s, G2 Z$ V" P
How you suffered for you sanity,5 f: n3 d9 f" v6 o0 y% I9 x2 ]
How you tried to set them free,
0 j2 \+ O+ X* t q, dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 A& ]- Y5 J$ R: V' }- U( kPerhaps they never will. |
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