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9 Y; P) v" M% }& y- GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 R3 q! g( P* t, q% C8 p% h7 _1 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 K8 ^8 N+ O0 z5 c; mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( F; a" B% D7 k* a9 q1 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! R' q, U) R: |9 G% cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ x H& c3 ]- T& W# ^6 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
" S% a6 h; L) N* @7 vHow you tried to set them free,
0 v/ D; A2 b2 h4 q: G4 T, AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 S/ @8 ]+ p* b% h. [6 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' I5 H7 t$ f7 X! a- W" n6 h) c. vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : F* c# D4 D* x1 x* F% M% P2 K7 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 ^; t4 ~; r; s4 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & v/ j% X2 J7 W7 l. \/ g0 z2 w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; Y- c9 Y1 j9 a g6 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( j# |6 b+ \4 `7 d( XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " y. Q9 Z3 Y/ \5 A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 _, T2 d. r/ {1 u1 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / B; k0 G2 H5 I2 F6 M' v {2 c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, b$ \8 y+ S, h8 a+ A/ {. v; G" z% B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 H6 i {9 f1 a) @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 y- }9 Q) j1 v# K8 \) C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. H; e& r9 e5 Z7 ^- Y
* Z( w+ _' }1 Z& VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ `' D, k8 w, {5 Q. dHow you suffered for you sanity,: D4 s1 e* m( k/ |" \" h
How you tried to set them free,
" |& X, \7 @3 ]. S" IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: ~" x% g# p7 }2 rPerhaps they never will. |
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