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7 G- J( H% f5 y$ e; ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( l5 l( C$ Q/ D2 E4 L: C. {* w( aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. P* t# b% W4 g6 J7 P0 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# m+ u8 `" e+ M! JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 b O! J8 C& _9 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ O: H5 F( C2 Q! w9 _5 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
- |# b/ p" ]2 \# I6 {6 M XHow you tried to set them free,
8 j" q! @( _0 g! ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 u% V$ _+ W8 C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! K0 \" g1 A1 C8 O; D! E2 Z! `# s1 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 I8 ^; i! [# Y3 S/ ]3 C ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 [, o* D' r* K5 c% B8 L5 I+ sWeathered 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,
. E6 H9 t- j6 t! ]1 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( _7 p; d' z/ ?; N1 E' t, E! _% dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( D8 T3 Y6 M* Q& t5 n0 {4 fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( G1 [; V! L R7 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) t1 ^9 H) o p' p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: i6 D$ Y7 y# j4 |& w5 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % o' x K4 ?" p/ a g5 S' ^4 @/ s$ q8 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ e, I& [& S; x! Z g+ _5 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) N3 y+ C; s5 A4 `" S6 _; z0 L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 s+ y* R$ E4 {4 J1 g& cHow you suffered for you sanity,, ^+ k5 S2 U7 U" i$ x7 e
How you tried to set them free, 8 q l4 `7 |/ x
They would not listen they're not listening still, / t/ t: |: @2 e! ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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