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# g9 _$ {5 g8 O+ |' ]9 C: SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 Q6 ]6 n! K2 s% d9 M7 O, M7 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* D: p) f$ u- y: D# ]: \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 g' ?+ j" P! B& Z& v0 {. Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& {- B; B2 ?6 r9 B, pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, M9 I) ?5 `5 q4 e5 `' T
How you suffered for you sanity,
. n# c% j& \2 r1 tHow you tried to set them free,
8 k4 O# o7 Z& H( P) A' cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
a9 ^4 J9 F4 Y' v$ b! TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) }( R- l2 V# Z; o4 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 a! U* t( O* s3 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + G; Z8 ?$ T; t! z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ E3 N$ n/ Z( g8 V6 _; d, PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 W" ~- h1 |( J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
?. E/ {3 {* q) BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , n: v* S$ a8 v2 D4 A. k$ P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 r- K/ l5 L- Q1 X4 `) }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' B4 D- M; B+ s1 h% Y V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. z. g* ?: i( t! e _3 Y% ?# _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 U; E) x1 Q& X* j' k& ]( PThe 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 v5 F t' p/ T# N) v, {' N0 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
& y5 Q$ t5 q5 ?" fHow you tried to set them free, ! l3 W) ]) @) z' g6 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
t$ o" f$ [6 X3 `% OPerhaps they never will. |
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