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( l4 g9 E$ n0 G; d l1 z& SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 ?0 I5 j" i9 h4 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 |/ \: I, x, l I! p' ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) E2 l* v6 T- ~+ m4 z+ V( UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) ?! S7 Q; g* S$ H! @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- {: S& ~$ K g; l# o" N
How you suffered for you sanity, + }2 M+ v: L& P% b7 g9 H# J
How you tried to set them free,
. s% _( |& }7 x/ {3 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # f5 Q2 E& A+ }3 u5 s/ ^2 p' A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 a9 p. c; T& A: K0 y) u; j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, f; b1 `( @0 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 e3 e4 M6 Q1 U5 S2 G7 O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, P! ?6 E4 F4 P! S+ FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. B1 n; F5 _; d' O5 x6 T7 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; m/ P3 \) K: u1 H1 `* w. J7 l' K( {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; k. X! f2 }) q- DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 t3 @7 G8 [5 O. g ?/ YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 `: ~5 L. q" q: @6 b( }% f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 R1 C# V3 D! O3 W/ C! s% y u. r: y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ ~+ S, G* }1 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ y$ }" K$ d) g% C9 L" FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( \6 E9 y9 U( i( G' [0 `( AHow you suffered for you sanity,
( m/ P# ~! \5 _- y7 h$ JHow you tried to set them free, 4 c( z$ n4 e+ W. @5 O9 t3 m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- S# u4 P. W# I( _$ ~Perhaps they never will. |
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