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( j7 g7 [4 T% U6 z$ c7 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& |0 o. T" p! v# I/ jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - @. W, q$ s, q% u" }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" @, b3 e# Y" FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & ?4 Q- K7 h+ ?5 x' b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 ~& N2 p3 f7 O6 X! ?How you suffered for you sanity, , B+ Y2 G# R% {# k) x7 y: z1 O
How you tried to set them free,
3 `5 a# x3 b2 f0 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
i) O; e: T1 Z* l1 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 Z9 V( n& \" f5 N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& `" ^( y. J: e5 h" z% M8 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- A7 t9 c# }: ~0 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 O! M$ x) W/ g v! o7 L( }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 t2 m- x& o7 G' i' X* q8 @ IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! E6 h0 C) g. ]; P9 o* m% _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# n7 Q! R9 X) x5 ]1 zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' S1 F. b& ^- f2 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 O9 e: T6 f" E# Y. ~3 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / i* T- s2 m" B j) L/ {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) M: l* V) H+ o+ d( r7 ~* Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 M/ x+ q4 o# v. g9 ^# N \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 `. Y. ?2 u5 g- ~$ jHow you suffered for you sanity,* |5 q' w" n! y; I! _2 n0 j0 u
How you tried to set them free, 1 z* V" b( V* E. v5 g- v6 D) p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. _( y# W, V0 \6 a/ gPerhaps they never will. |
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