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6 p3 o" b* v) ~! JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; J; n# m6 f2 b7 k/ b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + L! z5 ?7 U5 U& m1 D- y$ C( J+ Y1 |( B1 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* l# u; H4 p4 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 \ O: m$ s; ?, I; {: z; L+ f' A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 ~# L; ^. R/ r& j1 I5 DHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 I5 h% d1 m4 V! v
How you tried to set them free,
1 d0 |/ p O. B; Y# t( j3 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% H+ r% Z6 @$ j/ P, ^5 O' h# RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ s/ w, W/ W: j1 x7 d1 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# g* p8 f* w, lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" L$ Y$ f% d4 o, eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 U8 m7 [0 K+ H2 V4 f! z2 c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 K0 k! J9 j, W x8 T$ E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! E9 a- u! I+ d7 d9 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / X* W1 |$ `/ s1 `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ I8 J- I+ j# t F$ g: p6 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 Z9 L" K) x" k& D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( R g0 w- i) m" a& S* X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ f' g9 M0 N G2 M1 E5 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 E, j1 e% s) @1 R( f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ q$ Y+ b$ b* ]4 g2 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: t5 n3 r# |' U k! d7 ~2 sHow you suffered for you sanity,6 m. J1 \# Q8 Q0 L
How you tried to set them free, `5 A: d# [* z) N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 V8 J* |( g/ n* r# \4 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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