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8 E0 t5 l, a- ^' l* c, v& K% WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 U% L* T( }4 w1 B' I$ f, YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% L s( ?1 M6 ~" yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( ^- \( n$ L& _3 G! q; KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & i% p J( m5 y( m" _( u- v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ l. [# `. @1 ?2 x; v- eHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 ~% C+ O# ~9 k: a' d9 f& @How you tried to set them free, 2 u' C0 O2 p4 s% p4 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( }5 ?& S9 U) s2 Q$ L. I4 S* FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) Z, K' C4 G1 `" XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* U G9 U' l; nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 `$ f' E. i& mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 G2 X2 x" n9 j# z% b' @* gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 x8 T: b; |, Y8 T. T" H: HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 y; [7 t0 @$ U7 R/ ~# Z# v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& L% q2 w5 T! v, T5 C5 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, : I( F G& o$ c$ d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 E L3 [6 s- X: C# ^' J \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " U# V2 I& N' d& b; y$ ~& N' d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( X+ p; ?- }' ~# O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 C" V9 r2 J2 ?& a1 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , ~) G B$ L8 }: U
How you suffered for you sanity,: _/ {# ]' f7 [! C1 K1 n
How you tried to set them free,
8 s, t; ^; O& C+ ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 b' o+ w! q. i' b6 OPerhaps they never will. |
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