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/ D+ l$ b4 E0 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" _* w( T6 l# C1 k& e8 K* G- K! aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, n p/ g) Q2 \! q+ _6 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, ]; Z1 c- u7 p- x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 I9 i" r c6 }& g$ O! K+ M0 `8 }5 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ t4 A: d: W. z3 a1 k3 W
How you suffered for you sanity, $ \9 t1 j6 z- E9 o# F) @
How you tried to set them free,
6 [6 B0 Z" q9 |' ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 y1 P3 `$ }0 B9 X) H& j$ ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 ]3 M' s8 w9 \* A3 k/ `9 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: T: a; p" Z) \3 P! gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 E2 J/ {" A6 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 X2 N3 q; \1 {3 ^0 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 Y) |' i" i6 n, T# j# V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, b' s; \" T! j% XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 i. p& S8 }% K" z; n3 o
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 ]! E6 T4 B K2 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
P' a2 V% O' z: S/ k1 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 s7 E3 S3 |6 ?+ HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 M5 M+ {9 l+ o. e+ ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 ~6 Z8 I' h3 u' U9 D# x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ |" @& Z) F; y+ s# x( P5 Y( o+ HHow you suffered for you sanity,# d) h! k6 R- e% ^8 ^4 v! d, W
How you tried to set them free,
& d( Z" ]3 ^% J" G$ ?& p' O3 mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 C' t1 g g& Q* s k0 Z( RPerhaps they never will. |
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