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7 U+ a1 m5 J- a. H2 l; k$ XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 k( B' V- {) OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 }0 J+ \7 T' p" Z' @( e5 `# t/ O6 C& uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
R: t# W1 a/ CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 p& B2 q5 }) Q( g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ v+ H' x+ s! ^$ y3 Z( SHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 m' f2 i D' y5 k2 ~/ f5 F& q
How you tried to set them free,
; V @7 A& H% A' t% B/ VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 L# R. F; M9 r& m, _2 ]' I" QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 U2 x. d; {( p; n2 Y" e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & A2 V) a! I+ j1 c. a6 M! V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' X5 z* T1 F ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 V: |0 y3 p2 O j3 q% m( ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 S9 S9 C8 X- m% K* q1 @% u9 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ J- b0 ?( a2 N# h. EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* g5 f; b4 P4 zBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 z* Q8 y% i M7 |+ V+ D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' k% [6 n7 U2 T% MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - e. j# P5 X- s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ o; G1 c4 k$ C. h0 ?$ X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, k8 y( E2 |* r( P4 q& zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 Y- s7 ~# m. L; Q1 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 b2 ~! o9 W0 U5 U2 \( JHow you tried to set them free, ( P# p, o! w9 `% N/ D- Q+ M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ ^# @# c' P1 i6 c; M) e2 UPerhaps they never will. |
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