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2 S, x+ L# O" L* K. eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " j6 f+ h' U. | L# n) n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! n/ F3 L5 d4 V( j; ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 m) g& N" T) w& I& k4 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, {8 m5 L4 n& Y# VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 P* ?) v6 l8 I' D0 X% W. [How you suffered for you sanity,
+ U6 o& S/ w0 V9 d7 p6 W: g$ lHow you tried to set them free,
1 w; p; d- O; D6 s9 f" `$ gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * \ P& P; _% I; d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' _7 r% i( @* j- H$ X( j L2 a- c) U% l) c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; ]& y/ C- m# U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 e* c( c6 ^2 U0 F
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, 9 U! m. v' p, p% R( v8 y; b* a0 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ i( }( w! R" K" N- z. l% ^# }You took your life as lovers ofter do, # M: W/ X( o b5 C( Z! y" C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. B: h. ]0 a; h, B; iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ |. N# L# x+ K8 h8 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " |+ D5 j; |8 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ Q. Z2 h/ m8 d6 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 T) Y, @( w' z: Z! h+ z z$ \How you suffered for you sanity,9 Y. |$ E1 f$ j9 M' W& R- _
How you tried to set them free,
# g+ D* G0 G8 c, g/ eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 R# }! |5 {" j% P' [9 t/ _Perhaps they never will. |
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