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7 v% v2 T: B8 D8 j, x7 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 a) n8 u& _7 b4 C; tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% h$ V. C* Z% b5 xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ }1 A* f3 z- c. }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 G. [2 S# y2 e* f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 W& _8 w7 T$ O& @How you suffered for you sanity,
' \4 q- V' x f2 K% d$ R, oHow you tried to set them free,
- b7 c' g) y5 w3 }/ X9 P; f- V' }" fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 u4 N, k0 w' d2 o( fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( C1 B9 E$ {! T ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 ]9 B, Y$ r. rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# R8 g% B( j4 `' f; c7 @0 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % N- N5 a q0 S; j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" w+ D! C9 V Q) RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 R3 O; C% G! l& i/ ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! D1 T ]5 U: M( s3 u3 ^; n0 uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 u/ x) s4 o$ u1 o6 g& `2 U4 C( xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* V& @. C6 B7 M( K9 t% uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" B( X4 _$ z9 h- W: N zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 p6 G* Z: K) j& R$ u c( K- G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! o. K6 w* G* j# O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; C# {8 e. p! w: m. t3 e& b0 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 Q5 l/ I( {- c: K" b6 e- xHow you suffered for you sanity,
% {8 D) Y9 |% c/ p' E$ a' R- cHow you tried to set them free,
+ B0 w6 @! A. N m4 ^' QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% v# @& e7 L$ g1 }2 q& G" n5 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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