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9 U9 H( c3 N1 T( {7 w9 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 s$ a. J* F+ P7 L9 t( Y$ ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 ~& v$ H& ~0 I h! @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 z* q5 j) |% ?( X2 X: [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 O, d+ V$ a4 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: p3 h2 X) ^# T
How you suffered for you sanity,
- i" Z% g) i& w% Y/ ^/ K* d$ LHow you tried to set them free, * ]! { u/ R+ p) K5 F" S; D- N- U, ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 H2 J8 o0 z1 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % P$ K- A3 p6 y# G# O9 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; y( }; T* j- m' I. O% {: \' a( T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! M) T" D: }/ D4 i4 v$ h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( l! v& c6 a' K4 b* ?% V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ S2 \3 ~2 V: T+ @. h, {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 R, w) X8 y% W5 ]5 S5 ^ TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 }' v0 f/ m- n n0 Z5 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: E+ Z7 p; j8 Y. MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 y/ y8 Z7 I2 `2 B5 G+ I! X5 v5 d9 M6 K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 i. b" J0 o; l3 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 }9 |% }: M; l2 c9 l7 v/ H6 s6 QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . X+ `- Z* O8 C$ z) |/ v3 {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % Q/ T& F+ d" P+ H" K' Z+ f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 H/ P7 o" \( H! X0 H) hHow you suffered for you sanity,7 q' }; f- P0 r" S4 i; T
How you tried to set them free,
6 H- P: A3 L$ I* yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! y H5 b" X+ x% V4 s- \Perhaps they never will. |
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