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) H0 T& N# T* L% F+ _$ VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* i+ }: ]+ v3 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 Y4 d( D: ?6 n4 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# A- V- u b$ F, U, O* U' G+ x# e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 v& k) {+ e+ y6 |, ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 I3 l* G% }) N5 ?& Z* `% r
How you suffered for you sanity, ! f7 B' A h8 n& [
How you tried to set them free, # [* x. O9 V7 Y$ B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % H1 G1 P; X$ [ D+ F# G7 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " M: O# L: K; a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( w1 U4 J& G% [ V" U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 @, m3 ^) ?# k: n/ l) r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; ~. q {/ O- N! C- X9 B
# a1 f) t1 \, n' ~1 `- {$ [7 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 m+ c0 C( P V( u8 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 t2 h0 h; B7 [, B# \0 T& K! h* lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : s* K; J+ X! q! ^& |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ |) }; N) F4 L% KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 A; D& T! m) I- C# t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( q# k- p/ t: _$ u; y# \) pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! S3 a+ \, B$ K/ r) G" N# d/ @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % A4 q$ V8 B9 L* ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 e& j; o7 ?+ M/ }/ q' ?
How you suffered for you sanity,# z3 q% s1 c; a. ~0 g+ B! x$ t
How you tried to set them free,
& j" o+ {8 m. Z, |* N( H+ w6 xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ o* Z' e/ w/ r8 v2 |' oPerhaps they never will. |
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