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4 J8 {2 k0 `+ T1 a! o( b A- oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 i+ i6 g. n' a% A( `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 ^; h! T; E$ z9 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 \5 a/ I; u( ~9 b! G4 O) GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& z* v' c/ d7 {. h1 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: [/ b0 r! X; c6 i( b! z5 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 Y" _ m0 @5 r, j" b) S6 PHow you tried to set them free, : R. D4 F* F- L1 X5 K( o( k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ m6 y1 q) j" E; Y; KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 s" n$ O1 y; s5 Z+ h# nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ L. o) Y; P& m$ c, p- ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / r' Q# a% V1 F1 w) }( x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 v4 N& _ w0 |: L! QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 o5 q ~6 w) i# d! j0 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% @1 S% u- E$ p' wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 I/ E. I: m2 \
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 s" J5 r" w2 G U5 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * y! S8 S! Y- r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# z& [7 m6 S8 g8 ^% OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 `2 H; G+ [/ [+ ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , \# {2 B" [" z5 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; Z( A, K7 b& ^; s' z
) n; p% e! F% f5 |4 F3 [% V9 s& fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ h# H9 e9 ?0 ^1 U* lHow you suffered for you sanity,% [0 }7 [5 o. }2 Q4 j' n5 Q
How you tried to set them free,
* D* L" P3 j$ q% c( `They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 [% \9 A6 X, W& e m. M U' XPerhaps they never will. |
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