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3 F* c, v& r3 N% VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& d) P# q5 T7 f3 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 F9 A# [% [( |) S8 l: mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ `% N% ?; k& j* H# n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * ]" A) b3 Q) Q* p3 t5 e4 P/ \, U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 R" p% o% ~) s6 n4 l, `8 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
' {, M, b8 `$ o- u' A0 [How you tried to set them free, ; V! h5 {2 b; ^- G- z2 [: Q8 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 L9 i6 n- C4 W7 f3 v7 Y( B* O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 J8 n5 x: b* f; ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( T$ y. u0 T* _. H2 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) X4 s4 I/ d# S6 S* n0 E! A0 \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; v G5 H, H$ |/ S/ w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & z' o+ H# j1 A* U6 I8 H% M) x# ~- J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& { f7 D$ B0 ^1 M H' M- q, N7 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- `. V3 `( _) m) L$ jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 V. I& s) h+ W) k2 t6 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 m: a0 P; r' E& z5 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( R8 M! F1 L! }( ~1 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 v8 i0 O* U2 c) v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, s' W! d% h# ]1 G! S; a+ n! H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 M8 N) z. ]1 e1 _; _ ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) m4 m* b- |; g6 j/ c% b# s# U, Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 r3 o% V: O! j T8 Y% ^How you tried to set them free, % w7 E9 Q% j( X# N7 T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- P& i& B; }3 q5 Q! gPerhaps they never will. |
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