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) w6 _2 b( l3 `& v' BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 W* q; a3 V5 w3 Q' S1 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 O1 } k$ c1 m( ?' z5 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 b/ n% W9 @: L% m; _/ k# wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' g. f6 C" q% tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& y- f% q3 j8 h e! L ~, m
How you suffered for you sanity,
) T7 Z M- o% ?How you tried to set them free, . ?* R& H, T8 V% [$ n, ?! A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 u6 Q1 }! K- ]9 \/ q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 N0 ]! g- p( jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 S9 P! Y4 W0 D$ o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' F7 c: X' q e9 \2 A$ kWeathered 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, + ?& `7 [) [7 F% W& @; D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * E1 h' B% R; v9 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - l! j$ T4 d7 i9 z
But I could have told you, Vincent, : o3 R3 f9 L( D0 q' [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / a ?6 j; m6 K4 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 S! c( S8 V. h6 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. K$ C! s+ n- s% W8 Y$ D0 ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( ?: F9 y8 p" X4 o2 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 ~/ K' N% l9 F' P/ M
How you suffered for you sanity,
. Y/ r! `3 I$ l; YHow you tried to set them free,
' o8 R( d1 E( x: [# V+ {They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 x( q+ X8 F7 l2 H2 S( hPerhaps they never will. |
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