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* Q( E, Z1 N8 J& dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: f2 J8 D! l" i, n4 a. FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# \/ c; \: t! t7 [. l8 o% Q6 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 u/ v4 s. O4 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . j& \: ~& {$ J h8 z% @9 @0 h! _& N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% y$ ]- W+ | rHow you suffered for you sanity,
& g3 _- _- R& D* Z8 x$ vHow you tried to set them free, e, z5 y# J+ O* F0 b' s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. z" g7 J ~" |+ k0 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 e: k, { v, h7 t# H# f5 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# u1 {7 m/ x9 ?! G% kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 E5 o& r& y5 `; X9 n% CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 l" z! B3 @1 m1 X6 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 Y. Z _9 G. y4 S/ N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ O% o. d* g) G( k2 P8 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 c7 i) m n) E( v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! S" G- G7 h& |+ l+ vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 A& h9 w4 C# q' M- E* ~3 Z; qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# a4 t. G4 ^7 N! P1 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % G% Y$ w" V) K9 b( T* O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 @' P/ j8 h) B' T2 m _, n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / y% D( H) r( d5 l( q
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 n0 M0 V6 g# u2 m* cHow you tried to set them free,
. `6 d& V0 v. w$ A2 gThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 |1 [2 d2 A$ X2 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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