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6 L; a8 Z7 G; B: }$ _: F) Y# nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 H2 s& U6 n7 d* rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ q& @! ^; z" A4 ~8 d7 g5 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ I5 p1 [7 R! p: C5 p, v- r; C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! Y i; u% m& U9 ^; P3 [! _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. n/ Z2 h3 l( _, B+ DHow you suffered for you sanity, $ m4 O3 g e# N Z% L
How you tried to set them free,
; d3 b2 @3 t( |/ EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + z: b* v$ U6 V* p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 R" i: P4 e& z2 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" y1 `1 e( D @8 s" M0 m2 e( g) pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* y& v, [# e8 R+ {; KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 @4 u T4 J# ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 c% J2 E1 m4 h' T& N) Y) d; sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * B0 l. R" F5 I$ D+ G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 Z" o M3 {* M+ X# ~+ |But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 ^7 ]+ u. N7 C1 K6 F9 }! s% ^: ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & z3 z" L2 L7 T4 W* {8 _8 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: e" S; P$ z8 m1 a# m& A$ x; z4 ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' l5 a2 |2 K) @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 M8 D% P( F* {, W+ f" z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # ^# {! Q2 j5 d2 e0 T
How you suffered for you sanity,) \9 g6 ]2 s3 k3 i! m- c! I
How you tried to set them free,
4 [( w* @0 I3 }7 nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 n9 e6 z. E3 r: `0 z8 D3 \- g6 k8 \3 gPerhaps they never will. |
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