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2 X7 l( K7 O+ I" BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 b- ~4 B9 }, Y3 Z3 i7 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 S& a+ j0 N% T' h8 f: Z0 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, j* h. h( a6 B) @% l) W! _! ]# r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& J: g. A, V7 ^, M8 J3 Q/ S0 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 x# j6 S7 Y3 m. THow you suffered for you sanity,
: }& l: A4 E1 u5 I' l3 E2 m% xHow you tried to set them free, $ Q' Z; S3 S; k L! ?2 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 t( I" [" D! n) e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% r3 V( @& p5 T7 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . s) e% H- b' _, a) L4 O9 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 K" B- y* i' H6 J" g/ K8 U3 ]
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,
" W8 s9 o! Z8 d: F. b; c wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 k9 K3 a% S3 N2 {. d1 |You took your life as lovers ofter do, - t, ^/ n8 Q- Q9 V. P) Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 X7 P$ ]6 U: A# k% V* MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * Z9 f1 s7 g$ T& S2 J6 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 Y; n$ |/ J5 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ I, r: k9 T* R; U8 N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" L$ u: l- a0 A* p' W. H" I, wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 j& O! g& }+ y. W; _; \; j
How you suffered for you sanity,+ e1 a3 }4 W% G
How you tried to set them free,
/ p4 @! ^" |1 q# @0 [! C0 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! }% ]( n8 O1 W& i+ r; {Perhaps they never will. |
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