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- [6 h9 L3 |4 [' cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% }. K6 t5 F0 e0 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, Q# t* e( X5 J( Z& wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 L& N/ l& e& }7 X* u5 c# N9 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - O. U1 I* M2 _* N! M- h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 X Z. ^0 G4 \" i: ]! @) E3 N& s
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 S' D9 z- T0 A' @ e. o1 B2 SHow you tried to set them free, 5 z# Q$ C$ i; J4 n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' l3 X: a7 R/ p! Q5 Q& c0 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : W- k! y8 j0 ]' K: Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" }# C8 n8 C% iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- Y9 f# z3 L' B M1 h; }1 vWeathered 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, % t; s. O* m5 C g- {0 l) C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 z' m( {" f; X- T- G1 d2 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 `) N5 C; J# Y. B: A3 l/ ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
. d8 T) F8 v+ Q# p% m$ kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 H! o2 c* l& j) a% x
7 K* g3 i( h' _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 f- n6 d+ R$ B4 Z- q$ {' y9 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ k$ k5 v4 J; ]* C+ b! OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
R1 ^7 `: T3 \4 m, iThe 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,
1 |3 Y, x+ h3 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
( U5 X2 L3 o2 k4 t& N1 _6 s; gHow you tried to set them free,
1 Z. |4 z) \3 D+ o* NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ J8 U/ c; a$ @Perhaps they never will. |
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