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+ c3 H' E% C$ r( ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ u' m, c u$ a2 o: aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 [0 S3 j( h" pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- Y4 ?& s5 u( R3 B, X+ m! o1 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 a' i2 V) S: O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# E/ F9 M" E1 F8 y; [9 `How you suffered for you sanity,
/ X6 k- C' e, M4 V7 q/ YHow you tried to set them free,
% A9 a1 B1 u% k4 v2 eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* a9 ?, b' G B7 s1 b2 j: v4 N" }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, N/ ~1 K G0 g1 z# k6 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* w6 M* p/ J- A5 EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) r' G# B) C; r$ ^( [6 ?0 mWeathered 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,
3 D& s) O* W2 [4 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 Y5 F$ Q+ b6 u+ A9 z1 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) g$ s4 x& H4 R6 L4 u. d, NBut I could have told you, Vincent, : x8 V7 z$ U8 {5 G6 B, y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: Y" r5 w* X5 _6 u3 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# g5 q, M& @/ y: o3 k! v1 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 l1 ~. u \2 ?" Z8 O5 [9 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 q) S! Q- J8 b: Y4 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - u X9 ^9 Y1 z/ I( z! s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - ]# s# Z- Y) C. I: M0 e7 j8 w/ d
How you suffered for you sanity,
! K) ?) d* {8 W$ ?How you tried to set them free, , y$ q6 j- z8 b( b1 }) K5 P! @. |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! A5 G. L; {7 H# a+ \ }' k q/ @Perhaps they never will. |
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