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( D h1 ~1 @: ]* rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 D+ b( s5 @+ ~% b* L7 X# kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 I! H, y: U7 G1 ]! ? O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 \. o" H0 Y" l8 c# b) o7 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 E$ l2 d$ B9 x3 q3 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, n* ~! _7 J7 p2 n3 @) l
How you suffered for you sanity,
s1 s* T0 B1 C) V5 zHow you tried to set them free,
: L$ P% F9 ^# q" i6 I2 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % B) T8 s H# \. Y! |5 O" u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * _3 o* v3 v6 s, k3 W6 g: b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ K5 S! S7 i* R: n/ u& t# b: S" EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 |: T! a+ R2 r4 ~* w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 g$ C) |7 c2 x& M9 _6 i3 @) w. SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % x; c, O a* \9 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) x) R9 h3 w# ~4 J, r6 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' S6 H. e+ {/ R' e% S! e& A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 C0 E, }1 W8 M, m/ cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 K2 @3 z4 c& S6 U& `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 B3 t' B+ f5 J( IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / Z+ j6 m# b4 I d' W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 L! [" Z- W2 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( t( P8 r# ] ]% N: VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 y% m5 h% r8 c& f' W0 G) U0 `
How you suffered for you sanity,1 Z" {& P. l* p% z9 H' X2 g. ], ~/ @
How you tried to set them free,
4 b! a4 ~; _3 S. lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# ]9 t0 W' G+ q- \Perhaps they never will. |
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