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* s3 H# e, y9 [, E! s( vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 F3 H$ ~! g$ U- [9 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ g4 x0 ]3 K8 m: W5 h. R, gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" [1 A2 s% A; E* E& ?7 `( H) E0 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 F, \& p0 ?, l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! g7 T8 c+ a" V
How you suffered for you sanity,
) y& H5 j# ?5 s; z% v) jHow you tried to set them free, ( N1 k) F. Z- u6 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& v% D- Q7 {4 a& Z/ o2 a% `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 [9 X, ]* h$ F3 }: R, JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " h: g2 J l( P( _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* y; y; h' K4 _4 l5 o9 `+ q+ [/ mWeathered 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,
% L! P; I: @7 O7 b# [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) {0 B! J8 U$ GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 _$ Y1 }, t/ q9 {4 l* r5 B5 zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 M9 q P4 T; S3 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 l4 i" P8 `6 Q* O% t/ H8 ?( E# eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ }4 X) m; K$ D! X2 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : g! U& L- a1 G/ j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 F. {- B# D( Y8 }1 F+ uThe 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,
; V/ J' u& S' L I4 G, U, M- EHow you suffered for you sanity,3 p2 U* u. ]4 ]7 n% E* T) A
How you tried to set them free,
" n. K1 o* _' ]4 d+ e: D9 VThey would not listen they're not listening still, a0 @3 S2 p# ]7 |; Q6 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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