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3 r8 }6 g4 G. a! q# sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 B P5 |" d O/ W9 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, y8 x% u' x% @, g' ^6 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% @8 ], o: {1 ~% @2 d& l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- }# {2 N- C6 i+ hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 \7 I" q+ o7 B6 x6 A5 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ w: {& z$ E6 i6 sHow you tried to set them free, . i7 L' { i- T- m+ N+ L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 V% K9 P, ~/ kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) R2 k& K1 Z$ s! J) s0 z7 h3 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 U. c: T4 W3 L7 m$ r* AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 E Q, [1 x5 f- K* L: B" hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 {7 H1 l* \4 G( ?8 |- P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
C+ u& F) X9 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 j5 J7 {+ e2 h( J/ W% [8 P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- p3 R. f @! O& I* ~4 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
- }1 j. P8 q, ~( ]4 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 }& _( P0 M' K L- uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( P X* l6 u% N1 P- s2 c; g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 ?, P; W4 E" t* y$ W! t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) S( F8 W6 V' ?* S1 s8 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & c8 w) S: U8 C) o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 U# I) ?3 j) c% U* ^. u
How you suffered for you sanity," `$ R( T- a3 G+ Q
How you tried to set them free, * S, u& ]3 T! _% h3 l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 z, T2 M; |2 g- @* C4 d/ m/ DPerhaps they never will. |
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