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1 v( F; g/ W4 w& Y4 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 T! N) ^7 j( t4 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * H0 {; w6 `3 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; P" P8 Y8 j# q0 H" |- t7 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* ~, O! ]6 I n+ ^2 [8 q- z5 \8 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 o7 I. y1 W5 G9 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 A! C, V% e6 j9 r" W7 OHow you tried to set them free, ( s0 [. y& B& N _- z( j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! M- y; R1 D c' X {! l; iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 M* J2 R( O U7 I! _/ A+ E: WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 e! x' r) K. u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 M4 G' r5 B3 G; {
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, # C6 I; o9 A& G% X& G1 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & t# \7 h. H9 E$ c. {( Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 e. b7 S, b( [' r( a5 cBut I could have told you, Vincent, " V+ r& W `& @" M( n' m; N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& l- d+ r v/ t0 a+ X+ z0 d" bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ P2 Q S3 b$ N* ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 M8 \) P; o2 ^" Q2 v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 s$ [1 G6 {' I* d) u
, q1 N3 H5 c7 F2 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ e9 q8 w) j: ?0 f9 W, @2 i1 G& a
How you suffered for you sanity,3 L$ m$ f6 M/ B+ |& ^# |* ^' X
How you tried to set them free,
a3 ?0 _# Z4 ~: V/ o3 H2 BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% \$ Z) ]3 H8 n0 c7 K1 T+ }Perhaps they never will. |
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