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5 Q/ I8 y5 A& K* w t8 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& T% b" V# V: DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ y/ J, M# o) C; ]5 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, L6 n2 r* }; C- G% T2 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) F: N# Y: E9 R- ?/ V1 o! _$ M8 y; v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- Z) e7 x' w( s7 l6 ^9 y
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 J, O& v3 {# w0 z# M
How you tried to set them free,
( n3 }7 M y# k; n6 Z9 r) XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 U4 i, X) V' G" T: H- O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * P' y% _; ^* b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' k+ G+ l; q7 W J/ K& L( gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 k) Q, R6 F! w6 L; Q9 c
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,
. v$ ^& d- j" M' k# ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" |3 N. P: Y2 W- W+ W3 J* c$ I5 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& E: _! I J$ v& _ S5 K$ D- X' aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
B' N& s# x% |; KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , r' x0 ?+ N! I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 P: g5 ^0 @, h+ P7 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 c4 A @8 Q7 D% o$ M2 N3 z9 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, c' Z& q3 ~1 [! CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 @ r4 a. e8 N/ H/ {5 k ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + P6 t0 L; v% B$ d+ e* k* A
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 F0 \9 O$ I% |' Q2 d' {& kHow you tried to set them free, f5 k* v, X& \6 L! ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 O# J" s1 ~, G' V8 pPerhaps they never will. |
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