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2 c9 |2 I; `% e1 n; h, cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 W6 S3 U t& n% E- T, e1 P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 h1 z8 M, E3 B8 N8 {6 }( C+ h/ W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; J5 [! C5 x! Y4 ~: m/ m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / [* K& C3 m2 a- I2 ~5 l2 }& N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 }) {$ e' V! w/ z2 X
How you suffered for you sanity, / M9 Q9 D! V; o. d
How you tried to set them free,
& D/ {9 G. h# a8 @4 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; @0 s4 m- l4 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 Z; ]# \3 M% P+ }, I- q; [, i" c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! q' \) w9 }% j8 X8 f( U+ ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . K( s* y' J( J, R: ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 z8 Q' |2 _! _2 G5 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 G: N6 @- E' a* C: tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 y2 l* ?# H& k7 q& CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ `8 P' t; D2 m0 x! J, d) U2 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, & v" a4 Q M% t' e; I) w4 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * |/ E: c) h4 {5 o( s+ G& i* F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: V: Z& m3 i7 b2 B9 f4 j4 T: yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 X% G' ]' S' d+ L: \* t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) Z/ _) G8 r+ H& n& G' c/ v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 Y" D9 |* G; d$ {( JHow you suffered for you sanity,7 Q0 |- `9 s, q4 N- D+ A0 t
How you tried to set them free, ; r* a/ J7 c$ d( M) l7 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# \8 z# L3 ?% Y) d1 {' v# `0 VPerhaps they never will. |
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