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3 y- z: z/ U4 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" B4 W N/ c2 q( A% d: e7 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% C$ b/ d7 J% c B" j* v' `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ Q' V( y' K/ k6 V7 v- o' R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 j- F6 d' W0 r" A( O6 n! MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& G$ f5 k4 c0 G1 {8 j3 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
! x9 ]1 I- _' ^1 v0 K$ ]How you tried to set them free,
9 N. l* W, t& T9 x0 S' l* ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; m; v4 g m1 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - j/ H( j8 q$ H% z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' Y1 Q4 p z; O p1 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 }+ m/ X: P' t' ]7 K2 _
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,
% E1 }6 G9 Z$ {% E/ y. \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 r/ I; E \, d( N! S* k6 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 J5 ]( r9 ?- F, d) ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 R% K$ N$ L6 i0 b$ W* R# K% sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ d1 ]6 f. w$ Y/ W' s$ h2 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ |0 u$ Z7 y6 b4 i. X& `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 H) d8 j% {( x WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. {" e; N% K6 _% m9 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) d+ n% c# t: k( C2 g& t4 u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + _8 l+ G; U" p5 l2 s4 A
How you suffered for you sanity,1 x6 e" I/ c% \& W7 J. e8 \" L
How you tried to set them free,
4 x+ {1 d% Z0 M9 E& L* qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
c; x$ m7 W6 X* I, XPerhaps they never will. |
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