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+ t/ X. l& G2 H, {* D6 h. ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
W' L7 U; o: K! x+ D5 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 _; Y0 w5 }5 p2 s8 U2 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& H, D( S5 E# w; NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. U! X# k# z$ j4 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 ^0 _ K9 [& @; e: i
How you suffered for you sanity, + U6 S7 n) U+ Z. W; p: M
How you tried to set them free, 0 v1 s6 l" X/ K) z* Y1 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + Q% S) K1 Y; X7 e8 r+ R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) V9 f: `1 P" D2 ^, R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + b+ a) u- O* e; {" [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( o+ u) n! i! F5 @% v, W3 F+ 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,
8 R1 X# ?$ j# VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 [8 l$ B; E8 f( O4 L- G. aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 ?4 ]+ F/ j, u; n) Q0 X, |/ v* MBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 u5 Z/ B7 u/ y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 a/ N% w9 S1 g8 \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: k' h G% L: l) S0 r+ bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ R- ?$ p9 U9 Y: S+ OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . e& R4 U* p. a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 @" U' `! a6 t2 [" p7 K* D9 I' n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) _/ P8 Q' i3 k& n% j6 ^How you suffered for you sanity,2 |+ ?) J- l" k6 a
How you tried to set them free, 3 j9 D2 T! I+ V5 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 K1 ^$ I% v$ `& I
Perhaps they never will. |
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