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/ p! Z; S$ V+ r3 h" Q+ j/ o6 ^0 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- j1 I6 D; F3 J( X7 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % Q, I0 S6 g7 j! G( w- Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: Q* `, | j# \* y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # R( p& H! Y" E/ z% j3 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: G2 s2 [, p! E
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 |/ V3 S1 e8 _% S8 s2 d" VHow you tried to set them free,
3 Z+ ~- H9 ]! S2 K4 m n% ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; C7 T9 k3 w' L6 \9 e* gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) D3 ~8 @4 `* l# E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 O9 D8 t" g5 o4 c" W; sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 A4 Q5 T2 a) T1 i8 A+ W7 J6 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % T9 `) H- R. _1 C% g7 F2 g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) P4 T# S9 f: [/ |8 U" hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 M8 Q7 O) E' Y( ?: }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 `0 k4 s4 b. fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* H D3 o( d# W# m$ ?& i! q( {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. {% H) X2 N4 E$ b4 G2 P7 tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: s, i8 u! Z( ?0 |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 h0 n8 L' ]$ J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . K; E, E% I7 L9 T
& r1 w; o) m4 R6 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 m6 M) Y. t, x# f4 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
% }9 U3 u* |6 M' t) o3 tHow you tried to set them free,
: k2 b' J, }7 J3 wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 X* G# F0 q: i' g4 ^" OPerhaps they never will. |
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