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7 W4 X! M! p( F! y! BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, R, X* f7 s/ ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 f" i+ i7 S/ c. ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ m6 H, y4 m: X' ^7 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& W$ o$ B3 L, p3 n3 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! P, C# y* g6 X3 v6 ~How you suffered for you sanity, ) z$ s8 j$ N7 q# |9 j
How you tried to set them free,
9 \2 O; {( t6 w( w1 P; b* {; kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 P! X' }; X6 E; ^# n5 r' O( K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; ]/ q- @( `+ k; G( r9 y: `3 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) r8 i2 j- w1 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 k$ z8 x* z: H& V% fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% `" p7 E4 Y( A% {4 A0 B$ q" |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# ]; C% v7 ^$ AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ S( r. m6 Y6 m1 M j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) C Y$ t4 g. w( C( \& z( s# {But I could have told you, Vincent, . T' h7 I9 `2 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 O* N, d$ f* r4 c8 J- s+ ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ J6 l/ \% y- g/ pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 k% I% b! a& l J. N* X- O# e2 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' a" o( ~7 X4 }+ H/ }2 `6 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; L$ K7 c! }6 X3 }$ K( @
' q$ g1 G/ f; i s; c, D vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / Q3 w0 f# \0 A/ E
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 G8 L2 l! o$ ~How you tried to set them free,
* I- u3 e8 O2 r: S: x8 OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 [# l5 k) C5 G9 d/ ~& n" W qPerhaps they never will. |
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