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6 W/ l& k/ W X0 V. B8 y LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( Y; C f. f; A5 M$ [4 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# z" s6 A! r4 N' C) MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* T4 G$ r% _9 x# h% e) B( g% w9 [4 a4 {- c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 k# @) Z6 ~0 ?- f4 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; ~' E4 Y# ]6 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
; R% ~' `1 a/ c; }3 qHow you tried to set them free, # |2 w8 r* i7 ^1 H& L; s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # X, `+ w+ @7 _- G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : U5 e/ B# ]# |" o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; q, j" K$ [3 _9 H2 u) T/ }7 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 a( H( n: Y( @; F9 P7 k
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, G* }1 x; _2 M9 r4 x* m' q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, v0 P$ K/ I. qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 l+ d, p, g3 Z: C5 e% B/ V8 ` o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ ]8 B/ X; Q3 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ t5 [: A! ?6 i" `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % w8 g9 |! |6 h2 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , v) _9 B# V5 q8 |" _! Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! O6 R; H1 M& E5 E* oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& {, _9 _4 X7 E9 H- UHow you suffered for you sanity,/ g# ^8 |: N$ `- |
How you tried to set them free,
% d9 P8 n: h& t' A8 VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 i, R$ `4 }; MPerhaps they never will. |
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