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1 s' X) ~5 ^9 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) d5 Y3 z7 i6 R* Q6 }4 |8 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 q8 a5 Q( O7 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" X1 e/ Z6 {# p1 c5 G$ @2 \, r: rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
m: N! O2 ]# I: K9 A$ pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' L6 f" Y, q3 K( S9 R2 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
. n- T7 u/ {2 OHow you tried to set them free, * O- v2 F7 z K$ q7 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , V7 y( w3 ? F6 ^" _3 O: p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " d) m) C7 K# e+ n# M1 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! [: l1 ~* [5 \/ f& @3 @9 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( W1 l/ a/ {2 g( R9 G
Weathered 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, % @8 h' f: N. n2 @( O. ~4 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 `* b. _. G V6 X7 E( ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 Q, M# a* F7 F) `# _
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 w! J8 T6 a, h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! ]! H9 q. v/ T9 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* D( V0 h, B; d& X7 F9 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 u- H% b. O. l/ VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 }; p% ?4 K3 d' W' |2 Y/ H$ X" p/ W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! {; B; n0 E5 Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + d* S3 i9 J0 c, |$ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,. Y! s% }, X7 _, R$ u$ h4 b: m
How you tried to set them free, 1 h6 x$ h" g2 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' r8 ]# n! p5 A6 v9 K7 f
Perhaps they never will. |
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