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S9 O* ~* J# i/ W% c5 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 M% p" y6 N( u" W. zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! w; I4 s% y1 p- e$ Q. c9 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* M) [/ v/ N2 ^+ e' T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 \% k+ j9 P. F0 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. u8 g3 p; ~4 v6 W0 D' s7 ]
How you suffered for you sanity, % `0 W# R: {! u+ F
How you tried to set them free,
0 a y/ u r( xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( P& O4 q/ } }0 B( H! o. BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - m* e& n4 F$ D9 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' b/ ]6 o' |7 `! h) BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! w+ C, x+ N/ K7 A
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,
2 v2 N% t' W& A3 C( Q) KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 i6 p' x. K% T+ M. G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & a% p' [) I) V6 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 O, p+ ^" y7 a& y+ mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. E& o: F% K5 f6 l; _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # ^3 E# o: q8 ~' s7 K8 ~0 g: W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 s# v! |$ X, H; \$ Y' E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 X) ?. A8 l/ j# k! D. x# G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. `% i. \6 h1 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
E5 V1 p6 o! h q! j7 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
; v# M' s$ _( |* }+ fHow you tried to set them free, - x9 D1 T7 \/ S- X7 u+ A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& ~7 }& b, c# d& v+ ~! E3 n6 oPerhaps they never will. |
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