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5 D4 C% N0 G% ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 e6 c' |/ w" R+ ^0 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# w- T3 A6 S6 K3 b) H EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 V3 l& L! ~" j9 ~) `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% {+ {" z( E- P$ O0 P- QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ a) n4 o3 F$ LHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ J8 X5 `9 e" f% ~* o4 vHow you tried to set them free, - v) [' q5 V, T6 q- v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 u7 a9 o0 b! a eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 K1 M/ a" ^+ O+ U! o2 v4 h5 ~, i) X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 _% }( f9 N) j! x! ?: G8 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ o! x: Q+ g0 H( b% A |5 hWeathered 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,
# {# {5 l5 D8 E" `" f7 L$ Y1 _$ NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' r- g+ C, ? m" e" gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 ]" }) D0 b7 s# ]! I3 b I0 z G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 |8 Q! K* ]" D0 [' ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 i' e* Q0 e' P7 d: G3 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, q1 E1 T' T7 A6 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 V& S. i* k+ r% d! q* a. }) t& o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 V5 l4 y6 t/ J/ e) z& _' y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 t& K! z% g3 A7 \% n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: e3 P6 j' p1 @% a( g; @5 v2 MHow you suffered for you sanity,$ K. }/ I- o4 _7 w& T' z, x. \
How you tried to set them free,
+ g/ c5 @/ H# eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 d3 S% ^- }# K9 ?2 | w) ]/ D
Perhaps they never will. |
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