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4 m* B% A) C" J! ~% I- B8 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 C# R0 J/ ` b6 H$ C: q+ eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # h: E: S" v1 E' D( i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 ]! T& Q, ^+ q2 d% e2 S: uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% [0 t, `0 z5 d2 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( y1 [7 I( s" NHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 `2 c7 Y' G: i5 k# y8 [How you tried to set them free, " U8 v, C4 a, M/ ]' V3 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 u Y9 n5 A$ a& R% T6 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- X- M$ {' f3 ?9 a: a7 l$ sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 N' Y$ ]. B: E& H! m i6 i8 q0 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 Q/ L$ j/ P, U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) g' p+ N5 S* g1 m2 p
3 u' g6 O. Y QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, n: s5 Q5 y9 W9 M- u" T/ |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, }" z8 X& C5 y. I9 X- y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 Q- J% m# f# z" w
But I could have told you, Vincent, - d5 U9 l3 S$ Y) C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 S. C+ h. I' ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% b: p' Z# U+ J+ r% n ?3 ^, [* ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # b9 Y+ T: N0 f! E2 N: d1 o/ q# ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 i% @4 ~( g3 H( f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 }, r n: q8 s
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 t" [& b: o+ @% T) P& c/ [! LHow you tried to set them free,
& t0 Y% B4 m9 nThey would not listen they're not listening still, i$ e" U9 a2 x* r4 P# i9 A* ?
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