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9 ~- \! i z+ xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
C* ], Q6 l) _, w& s% A7 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* K. A" v5 l5 b# O! cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ A0 {- M5 O8 i# k, J/ J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 B5 @4 n# @+ \* C3 s! L' T8 wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- s4 t& K- |/ b2 }+ YHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 `7 Q. W) p r' Q! [
How you tried to set them free,
0 T8 v- i% |' r$ JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& }) M* Z( t* L" s5 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* ]% {: Z+ J. i1 d+ |5 l3 U% fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 T6 w/ a/ n% E+ f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; Y! c0 h2 P/ O; o: g# n3 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # D& P# N# b/ t% D
' {2 K9 J( l; C% _8 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / q1 l) i8 M2 i0 S' _9 y- z" p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / [9 J+ `+ \& a# \8 X0 w3 ^' O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 ~" G7 A8 [1 n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, X: d* k3 U: ]; [6 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 t' L: f9 ?0 D: L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 L/ b+ W6 C7 r6 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 k! O9 K/ H, H! ?$ _5 N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 Y# V W0 A, p: X5 _: P
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ ?6 H* H' ~4 I6 e" C8 `/ fHow you tried to set them free, 1 {# Z) {$ _( U: \# |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 W5 r8 N1 {& w$ [0 QPerhaps they never will. |
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