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2 @5 G3 i* V* i$ d S0 _1 I' }% eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
^ x4 \# X; x# h; HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 t9 b+ h! Y. t9 F: P& eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( M; C+ G7 b- Q6 _0 G3 n9 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 U) j z5 o! i* a6 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 m. p E; y; S# ~) E& G
How you suffered for you sanity,
, @, I3 e& o; L& N5 SHow you tried to set them free, ! B/ [- C4 m- E# z; M* A* r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; `' y, C5 m& ] m AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # M, E" [7 ~9 M9 w. T7 j$ ?& k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 w) p8 T" ^1 \. ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 Q: ~+ s0 w) H3 m. t( Q# h9 vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 K: J+ T+ O1 w- E# C5 X7 }+ v; ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ ], v' H' F9 }; w3 E% \9 {0 ?. p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % e) }0 r, h9 ~% {$ l. }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* v2 \, Z/ Y# x- e2 hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 e: k2 S: a @6 Y* N4 m9 |% }0 \1 c( lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 z( D0 ?: J' s3 r1 H2 w) L; a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - o( X1 c& M6 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . ` }$ u# \7 Z# I. k+ m
The 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, 6 X) {' Q3 L' w" y- ^
How you suffered for you sanity,1 |, ^- d3 d0 H& Q6 h
How you tried to set them free, + R; V/ P' P1 H2 A4 D' O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 s" |, D, F& N( r- q2 }/ n5 qPerhaps they never will. |
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