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, g2 r3 O$ C K1 J) M9 D7 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 o# D' ~9 U( j0 [9 F7 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! G. A% H4 Q: R* {' S* G/ @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 u8 {& l% f" @7 \: i- u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& y: L' Y( }$ Z# i8 d) e; |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) q/ G% Z' P' `( y6 A, y5 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
: S0 ^# {/ {" F* MHow you tried to set them free, + g$ W6 e' `3 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' o# q% O7 x8 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + E! m( ^' P6 [3 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + M6 J0 F$ W7 R- ]0 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; b" ~9 h9 V7 c6 P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . z$ A* [2 e4 r a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" d4 P [3 R' q. S) I7 f/ lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - f% L! l$ f. s7 {( r4 X, B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" z D$ y9 j" ?3 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, . a! s+ d8 j6 Y4 s( y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 f" g3 c4 ~1 Z2 v( i/ NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ u9 K4 }" @: ]; sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 l2 I7 {/ E6 z! V% DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 U) U3 B# X5 e7 Y- F) o4 @3 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ l% U. ~+ e- A% ~+ K t% oHow you suffered for you sanity,4 Z' V8 H. K1 S
How you tried to set them free, , R7 {- ?8 G8 |/ i2 f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! o* [) V! H7 {Perhaps they never will. |
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