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1 G! ^( J- O# z3 b# B8 w4 n9 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& h6 u( ]: z. s9 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 n" _) s+ H+ f) }' ~+ f6 P4 g& PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% R( m; ]$ e# ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# w- B: u* ^ x. rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 C, q; f/ G) r# }3 s
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ |# U2 T2 `) K' T( K9 |% |3 C. [0 WHow you tried to set them free,
) [$ `2 d- }. }* }+ EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 a1 S, _( {/ r6 }" d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & {8 r3 T/ r$ G7 @/ a0 L d" x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% N5 T* Z8 n4 R% ]: g2 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* O5 t2 j9 @* b$ n' e% ], YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 [' d( q! b- Y8 R% i' Z1 F2 [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 l0 \9 P: ]/ ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ?0 F! B/ p/ ?' w# I" m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 I2 s2 i. D1 H) NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; T. ? [# Y: J/ {" c" mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; T* H S8 l- _4 F* A KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 R0 }' ~" p; S: H! y, AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 k9 P) X+ |8 }' h5 X' Y3 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ t6 X4 M- K3 |% f) `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' ~& U0 T6 O8 }1 b& x n9 {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- X' I! i* U2 n! J+ nHow you suffered for you sanity, o$ L1 m& I% ]8 H
How you tried to set them free,
8 b% _) H0 x% v, x! o" G9 [They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ w& A3 E. V6 C" t# T9 J2 LPerhaps they never will. |
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