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6 @& n) @* F8 y1 n4 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! M/ P( L; U/ t; N; y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / j; T: A' t7 p- S2 {" o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 h t i; I2 T& K" q KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- G9 j5 K, B; o% c7 }; nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 {# h4 L. C/ D$ |! p, RHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 H$ p$ K! _, o
How you tried to set them free, % ]2 ]0 ~8 j1 A4 Y [3 a1 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 r6 E$ Q9 U! j' s* U( H, [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: p/ S0 ]- M0 R& m& `% U. W/ HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " @3 x- `- `9 B3 f7 o: E( r: m2 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) E( T$ b7 a! S# Q3 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 Y& h! q# ^9 P9 g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% H0 q7 q p0 |7 A8 N9 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 U f: L& p% j. t$ G7 ^. |9 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 n6 U: _2 ~5 `( _5 Y9 ^, o5 E
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 w6 r/ ]; [2 `/ f' e O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 W9 O9 J# [7 T$ {) A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 {$ A* [# p* k$ ~$ CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; N- s6 U: U0 n5 }; }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! D2 Y3 j- G" w$ |6 W/ J& E
The 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, % u( B7 J3 S; t' n O
How you suffered for you sanity, ]7 [# m a+ y. |' o
How you tried to set them free,
; i7 m8 \4 {6 h/ G0 e* zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* @6 a' A% s* H3 T |" j+ b2 APerhaps they never will. |
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