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3 Q7 C6 X. d3 v! TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 E* L8 z6 V/ G1 q! ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; ~" c+ F+ Q1 s% E3 A% DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 k4 O* P" S/ O: S8 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 k3 [4 ]: j+ D3 c- g. i hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( ~) Z. C, V$ \/ r8 E5 E. `0 G5 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
* n! Y$ b& b+ R' I* M9 JHow you tried to set them free,
7 c+ d2 T ~" O9 W1 Y9 M& rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 z( F* I9 Q+ ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + U9 B5 |# ~2 }2 p& x# b; q5 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 H; P5 I g- p& }) K8 d; D P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 |, i' Q" g4 O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& t% \& Y, y8 ?: y* s2 d+ o: WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 g$ F0 s5 O/ W- ^, _* o) nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. [8 U0 F( q4 D% `. A f1 {- n( ~5 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 Z$ N) U5 G8 ~+ C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: ?, K9 e: E( E* u# l1 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , o: T4 L" o" U9 f# v0 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( B# j5 I6 x- K# g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # `+ b2 C& y( [+ T! t$ E
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,
( F1 Q$ u. ]- V* |& m9 wHow you suffered for you sanity,9 @9 I( b5 z y2 `' i2 b$ _# X% m
How you tried to set them free, - ~2 p: q6 J/ ~( X3 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 F7 `% j; S L" A3 ?9 Y+ O
Perhaps they never will. |
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