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, `7 Q+ C* q, R4 B: aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; d: y- j) J0 `2 I! V2 A" | T- E; \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ i9 T5 C( d5 R. V; yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, k9 ^4 i$ U8 n0 V0 ^6 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 [& p& C0 Y% y3 }% ]3 Y& y0 ?7 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% x( Q, U7 i+ r0 R( OHow you suffered for you sanity,
* e1 X! z* J- x* j0 ?: T: ~9 ~" ]How you tried to set them free, % A! [. T: V. U" V/ y+ O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- e/ i5 ]4 y! w9 W# BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - [! w8 u( z* D* [. T* {- j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 p3 h; q. d8 r; W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' I8 `, E$ O# n9 i) b4 R- ^9 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: ]! O7 f+ h/ ]% v3 _) r7 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: G7 H! W, o. j& _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 z' K9 Q: ]& {) ?' xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* q) W W. V5 [: r& C" D; fBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! U' {4 j" X$ M; F' C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! ~4 X9 p5 X% y5 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * O) c& [/ \$ I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* X2 r+ ?' @4 ~9 _; \! GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 o: Q, p T& N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 @3 G2 x# i* T5 q
! O: H5 {/ |, X) V v* l% ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 b0 |+ r- F$ M' p/ |: U `3 `How you suffered for you sanity,+ {, D& {8 ]% ^1 D; S# C
How you tried to set them free,
* ?% G+ }; H/ N pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 m" {" J# R+ u! M# Z' l- tPerhaps they never will. |
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