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4 V, K$ J) D1 Q# O; x6 g: F& pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* ?3 G" Q# v3 c: N" R% PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ v" M% s* Y) h M0 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ |, k3 x$ E( D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 r8 ?- y- u+ w! O k: {0 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! W* {6 g: k( q+ Y
How you suffered for you sanity, ( `: k; I- }9 \! q, r/ ~# m0 P+ m
How you tried to set them free,
2 C3 e( V4 |) d7 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 d8 f/ A& C; _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , D8 G$ K' U6 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 H* t5 q8 N' Q' }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. X7 x4 u( `+ Y/ }; o* KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 Y# `! p$ M& B* @' VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! Y9 ^( C* Q, J+ j/ w7 \! TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( M. j. p* L" x4 d O' f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # q) w1 E1 J0 j0 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ G6 j. D+ E, j2 T2 Y! ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" I. e- L9 j+ {& i8 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! _+ k8 W7 T5 P8 \% I$ c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 K; J- E6 {8 P9 w) H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : ` P9 s' S3 H) q. o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : @; v. ]8 B! R' M$ n
( S9 b( v3 R8 v1 J, NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' z' P/ _, h; w, y& u- cHow you suffered for you sanity,
, A, O0 X9 |1 `* d p# n' PHow you tried to set them free, # k8 r' @, ^" {2 B1 T* h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ o, W P7 s4 t! c; t8 p1 h0 O7 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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