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& f7 [7 L/ b, sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 s& s$ ]' c3 e( a0 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" C) q1 O: {6 S' T, z5 y1 ^# [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 {: d/ F' u) c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : O! L4 B' H0 O8 y: n q) M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 M/ R# c8 V6 [& X$ z8 V( F) P
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 ]; m+ G8 T1 R0 \' ]1 ^. d: {How you tried to set them free, 4 E9 P( I) _2 X' [$ a. p, G9 Y5 `, j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : G, X3 C2 ]/ J3 L" N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: O3 G7 U. U$ O) \3 v6 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 X" f6 R2 ]5 EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; V9 E) g, a/ a. ~4 K& }, t+ N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 L: n8 V+ u! O8 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 U% b j d; [ w7 H, KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! n$ @; j: Q" }3 F5 @0 c4 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 U3 h) G) U, L o
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 V8 ~# X4 |* l" N; Y+ P1 T3 \ }$ k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! [4 R. p6 l5 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) c( n! F* r! {! V; p0 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, \$ X) r; K- k, VThe 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,
$ e& F2 a, i0 N% L) C& hHow you suffered for you sanity,* _+ O7 @5 f( x8 N
How you tried to set them free, ; y2 d4 R K L4 Y# S1 S# ^, H
They would not listen they're not listening still, & o6 E8 T0 s! d4 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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