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! J% l$ G2 Z2 ~; t9 g, V8 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 s- v0 c" ~: x \+ h7 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * {, _9 w5 z6 N1 T1 X3 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( c4 v; K" y/ g- e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; {* j0 Q: m, d ]0 w0 v/ e, ^3 b; C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ l1 f4 {' P8 T8 Y* c
How you suffered for you sanity,
- X0 f6 s. z' T4 THow you tried to set them free, ' Y$ T |" g! a4 n* _9 Q/ d) [0 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( f; C4 J5 d" `! r9 c6 x5 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 N6 H2 F7 i2 C( M8 \" I( Z& ^0 H$ U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * ?* ]1 y. O) C' f/ k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 S5 I5 M7 ^( [& ]3 S0 P( @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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H: X: D8 K' `" C2 d6 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 l) W& |% g) Y2 c' f- OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % R$ k! l/ Y* Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' }5 C* N: A# Z5 R$ U% n) GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 ~2 ~9 D4 \* SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( h5 K( L$ P" P: F% t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 q/ i! v; Z1 `6 d) y% kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 ~% C) R( [& D
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,
1 d$ z. j# u/ X, e+ a! J2 m6 g6 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 Z# E& P- e( H: F" h {$ UHow you tried to set them free,
& L& J3 O' k0 s- u: b K9 R! ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& o- e; F6 n( \7 `* DPerhaps they never will. |
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