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: a! J3 N' D' A9 J7 P1 O. |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 n* Y% r+ ?0 T& y/ o) PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
Y0 y$ ~# k# [& hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 l2 T' m! {' P* X: hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! [ E' I& Q6 v0 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ t; e$ s7 }" ?( Y2 V3 U9 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 K, G! K/ H9 b7 g1 ^ G$ L" _" ZHow you tried to set them free, 6 {) V, R( L2 J" W+ e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 x; c' I' [# `+ hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % N! E& J: c/ `# q. w/ Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 _: A" c) l. o3 N: F3 c% b B! @, UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 P3 }3 G5 I5 n' M# UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 G5 q* O& d C* m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 j( C9 Z o" j) A& y) g# U. UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! f i" j. d8 S8 B5 T/ o# W) DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 y3 s8 \* l5 |6 L# PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" s+ b7 I- | F0 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) z* {) C$ W( _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & r. j& Z6 J- m3 @) W% r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 T6 g, G0 L$ O4 V3 W" b* }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 S( J; ]( }8 d2 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ |5 Z( S8 V% w9 ^) D4 J$ K, i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' M/ W( V* T3 {1 h" l
How you suffered for you sanity,
|! V2 b$ C1 `9 I- E) ^How you tried to set them free, 6 u$ G$ K0 W# t" T5 D: k% d' w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ i1 `9 v$ E3 U r4 y8 L s X6 W' dPerhaps they never will. |
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