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8 h* @! }$ c; L# a/ a+ CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 L) [ Y; j% f/ S" {. vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 N# ~ f2 H0 l$ e4 Y+ D* z' c. Y7 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( R t7 X; P5 S5 P! [" u$ s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- U, E D% M. p/ P6 }7 l8 o, @0 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ J B B' t7 t7 V9 L
How you suffered for you sanity, / K9 G9 Y- H: W7 V
How you tried to set them free, # k. A" G) b: }" e S% x& h1 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 r+ M; M$ N4 f c! m8 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " J8 m$ s5 g7 [6 s& Q9 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( H. d* Z! N, V/ f+ P! v WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 Y: c- X2 k- m, y* o& R
Weathered 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, ! n- Z$ Y7 P! h x+ e( T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. X& C) `! Q4 E# B5 \, W! PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 p6 o4 W8 Y. C$ A/ x6 ]# w; IBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 K7 Y# Y& A5 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! y5 r( m6 Z- I2 _! ~/ A1 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' z( g' ? C# w- RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' N1 |9 Y. b% B5 F' {( TThe 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,
( c' O, m' u6 p) S2 m; ?6 }( BHow you suffered for you sanity,
& v. O5 T' B3 S: ], THow you tried to set them free,
T$ S% p. J2 g0 SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 X- F) p8 B! B( d \' A; _5 rPerhaps they never will. |
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