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4 r. i9 g/ K* e5 O8 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 {% |9 a" ?/ A* E/ o2 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# k) I: R9 b6 h) ~. FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& @7 `) I: L& h {. {* i" }4 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 M- U8 Y, {7 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 a' \9 {# t0 g' [/ w! G
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 T; ^/ j2 I* u& `7 BHow you tried to set them free, 2 m) o- j' ^! y, u- M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 k3 M3 v {" u3 z! M: r$ |* a" C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* t$ M- g- ^; K. q% i( {# }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ G& w0 R/ L" e" [5 Z' Y3 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 j$ ^8 X5 o1 }* T2 \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 `5 I% J# X* R4 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! g: o$ o1 J# f$ T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. L7 _! r7 q3 b K2 `! y( s7 N% @But I could have told you, Vincent, % c+ \% n2 `9 r2 `* e+ j8 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ X3 |! J+ k" {' t$ V. [ f+ P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. i5 o" u1 j* u; _. ^) h" pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - u$ d; E# B6 S# m9 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % \- X, O2 `$ [( ^( a5 A& G6 h
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,
% y {$ f! b5 {3 l3 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
; o* t. N+ B4 z/ |. jHow you tried to set them free,
# L( q# d `7 K0 A- E# t) b) qThey would not listen they're not listening still, " s; K4 v1 }& N9 c+ [5 {# c
Perhaps they never will. |
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