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2 [( I3 L1 o1 mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( x, p9 K- }" l& J# qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, q( Y% E; u9 z$ T$ D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' e' {9 K# i5 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 M* F$ [5 S4 I1 n$ J- A6 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 }# E5 ~' [. Q3 g g9 a1 v/ D
How you suffered for you sanity, , L& Q) n: W* V! z/ J, T* U0 M
How you tried to set them free, ; C# N* z$ S+ m( ]( K, l1 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 J x3 N$ V+ I: g! |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 o; V. Y' V$ |# E9 i7 ?9 p# FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : l! l+ f; t5 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # P3 c# U$ |) R6 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ R% M- j- _# }0 q2 _' b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' u, D( f& S' o* d4 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, , D. @1 }7 C6 {0 a( g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( y, W& R3 ?! v& s& }6 a3 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 P- f6 Y$ f$ c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! ?4 o I3 r; Y8 u0 A/ p6 u$ J pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. B+ _' [# \. ]: Z3 |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,
; a7 ^! F) G! J5 E) X+ r# M0 y. ]How you suffered for you sanity,! P; E7 c {" l$ h* }7 n! P5 t
How you tried to set them free,
8 Z3 L& L0 x4 j; RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# A0 p7 [( K4 L! RPerhaps they never will. |
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