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) O+ s1 }! r0 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 M& Q4 y3 Z& tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 I2 Y: D$ _+ _5 n8 X6 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* |5 _+ s7 J4 g7 B( s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
H* d5 s o2 j: L1 }1 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: W9 O- _' _0 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
# u/ |2 U- t, z7 K! b! CHow you tried to set them free, 6 Q* a) A2 N$ n, @( `6 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- M- b5 F3 d; g: V, N B: X; e- hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% X" U. A' a* J9 p6 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 r' {; t0 c9 a$ X: f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! A7 s, u/ o+ d/ r9 O* j& c9 F! E
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, % | N4 B0 w( o: h# _( r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 B4 }3 E9 o: y+ C9 p4 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: H7 N3 E* D* G8 g0 i: Q8 [But I could have told you, Vincent, , a5 Y1 v+ @" y) x9 a# M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; {* D1 ]6 T2 v' G7 G$ SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ k6 x( ]( ^3 m8 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " `1 H( r0 X# \( a! f" d* n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 y4 }8 Q9 N: Q2 ~& d! m1 ^% [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ B3 C/ v) x( t: M( QHow you suffered for you sanity,+ F+ r7 D+ A& |5 T0 e- z1 }3 {
How you tried to set them free,
& K, P% h5 A X5 J$ E; FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( C7 E6 S/ Q0 o) p0 A1 RPerhaps they never will. |
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