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% y6 i+ H9 {: e5 V- rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% H! M) c, [9 `& L9 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; A. D/ k M8 i- Y! v0 c" {! R+ h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, n$ @( v' a" l+ ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 |- Y7 y' T* y8 q: U- Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& |+ E0 `0 k, @4 d' s9 d8 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
! u% v9 {1 ^! \7 N0 }How you tried to set them free,
" |( o( `% Z5 b% w( G: c! k, Z4 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 P. H; |: W8 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( T5 v6 ], d) h) zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 B3 |* I" U' |1 v; _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " M9 ?8 j. f n7 b& K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' T) F- N' V) H: p/ ^ @* p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # \5 y, P3 @' P: S( \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ D& `0 B$ G: J0 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * s: D3 H3 I* }% C+ k& r4 W
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) n( n" A1 D3 `5 U% h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 L' g/ i, s; a: N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) `, C; Q: K! }, |1 N& g, P& A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
Y$ t$ F7 r4 {% b/ j; rThe 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, # N6 Z* T( ~6 ^ }4 p
How you suffered for you sanity,3 k( M' M! |( _9 u- l$ V% `, B* R
How you tried to set them free,
0 |6 Y" z2 U* }% A( W4 RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& y. {2 ^* u. F8 qPerhaps they never will. |
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