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( K$ r# c5 D; E' U, I6 R0 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 f; s ^( @0 `& u' OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 z9 X& G$ E# q: Z/ k0 k" a- |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 s) H% _: @: t/ MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! c/ H+ ]2 \/ `. YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" _: N+ A' N3 G P; {5 ]# X) F$ l. `How you suffered for you sanity,
$ u) x0 T, c4 R& Y- AHow you tried to set them free, : [7 x/ R/ @6 i1 }" y% ~: w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# |) M, H% D; r! L$ h. G/ ^8 y* pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( r8 M ~7 D3 I4 f- i/ W( v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 i# ?4 |- X) `% G) N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 \* ^0 k# e8 C8 \8 C7 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 b, b* a, Z# y7 u5 r! T* bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 w C" I" O2 B0 W9 w- P0 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ R- t j9 `4 l- z5 ~8 i# a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) @* L$ e7 C4 ` ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. p" Y6 W H4 F9 F2 j# l1 l1 h; C, zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 H* f2 L8 N% [) B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ q( x ?, a0 @% D. J2 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" E- \& d% g9 u' u* RThe 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, 8 X0 M4 {+ F% n, h; P. \ j: c0 s) i
How you suffered for you sanity,
p1 d3 r& z4 MHow you tried to set them free,
1 g% y+ g! S: R0 B: u" T# RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- i4 \, c: d7 u( [6 J$ aPerhaps they never will. |
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