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! g8 s! u% h+ w: u( ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 F t2 u1 S; J( J" |% |" OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) D8 G+ R I$ o$ H3 `" w, cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! S' p5 m9 ]% b% a; cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& E/ B3 W: g/ d: z; QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 u- w' i$ O% @4 h& q
How you suffered for you sanity, # V6 r- b$ ]$ n/ q# ?" |* N
How you tried to set them free, / Q1 S! D& Q* q. B. T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- b1 J) {. p$ o/ Y# j' ]/ ]& D1 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. b4 }' n' |, _) \7 v& FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! X/ j! f1 L( h0 `0 p! s) JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 p: b3 l' |0 `5 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 `# a) p& b P& T9 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 E8 d1 {( [5 j, L3 g ^: L0 B* [7 k9 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( e" t3 P1 v! Z& `& xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ `+ S7 `, v1 ?3 f# {# ]$ E5 cBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 t9 M" F: E& N2 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , f5 N' ^& I* X5 x( y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 ?& Q* H9 ^ G, o# U+ i. f! RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. s) J) J2 b. ]1 E3 U& D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . E* {3 g1 H/ F, _$ r; e8 q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) ?) `% l: h7 N6 ?) k/ k. P; L' G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" F" f0 {) i& D% e6 y3 H1 A/ qHow you suffered for you sanity,
( Z6 h) U& {. U y. P4 C: Y* zHow you tried to set them free,
* C7 T' J9 f( `. |0 aThey would not listen they're not listening still, , j) p6 Z. k$ w- H8 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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