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$ s0 c: u0 g6 J- AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 D) s E4 S. S0 N+ sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* e3 g6 k- T m5 P# ^9 _* G3 K6 CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* p) t# `/ [+ p3 B/ S) r9 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 u: U/ n- U) ~, B2 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( I0 a! \! s+ tHow you suffered for you sanity,
( A( B( d2 M+ F, n4 q2 v7 fHow you tried to set them free, 8 E4 Z/ r$ \2 t& U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 M) t2 f) I( F! RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 M7 ^9 v; q3 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 }% R- \; l: H+ o# O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 s& ?( a9 }# D6 W. V3 LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 N/ l: C% @! q) g0 x' EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# t; v! {: `- H$ l/ B6 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % G# k6 N( H! \! w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # A* @( ^: m4 l' e$ V2 M* @8 v3 K4 \; D
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! y7 d) g1 t# o* i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! r' m' B/ i" y3 a' s# \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 W8 _3 i+ N" k1 m; ?/ @0 A6 t2 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + U% n8 Y1 K3 t& ]2 c4 K5 g! g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . ?; t/ U; `! J$ X- K! G1 Q) J' o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% ^5 f, @# |' A5 d1 u* U- L- X, MHow you suffered for you sanity,& @2 b7 C9 f" K2 R5 K* y( j
How you tried to set them free, 0 }/ l. @+ p: } L4 N% H
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 |6 K! U/ u* |, z
Perhaps they never will. |
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