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# g; H; d3 i% e9 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 q+ }+ [- l( P: P4 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 B K+ V8 Q2 B. ]8 [8 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 g: }6 E7 a; A, N2 K" r9 f5 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 _8 Q" C$ X7 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 ?1 J! m4 }$ G6 X) _
How you suffered for you sanity, . k0 e4 Z( p/ D/ \
How you tried to set them free, 8 T) v1 ?9 P3 v$ H1 H. R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& c" H. D- Z; n0 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " @8 }! f& h% X7 V8 r9 @3 k2 y* `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 ~$ k, T @$ Q! z1 |5 H( sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ g3 c% x+ O$ e* \ H: ~
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,
4 L s, t7 |" U( O) h8 n z+ {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 w8 ~( @9 t+ v3 _1 c' a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % O5 n8 g f" A3 y: A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 U; @ v. V) Y0 Z! Z+ ]- MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 k$ ~1 \) M+ i* ^. yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 n/ O* D' ?- d8 f4 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* g. S" `: ?/ G* L5 h3 D- W: YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& S. s+ l4 W3 k8 h+ P4 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 L, v7 g7 T. ]: G6 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# _' k p6 T' |! Z) {+ T- j$ x1 ]How you suffered for you sanity,2 F, m# T, S( ^6 X. K& y2 h; A' b
How you tried to set them free, - P6 _9 v7 c1 y, c% \* X& n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ R$ U7 Q5 B6 o# j; S1 S' c9 LPerhaps they never will. |
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