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6 m; g3 W# a# ~( h, EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% |( o# ~. K" S8 r0 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 G% x ~8 B' e/ AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 _/ B2 y) ^+ \) h2 {; \, cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( Z/ A) q7 w: h' g" BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
g1 D; \) W) g2 pHow you suffered for you sanity, - E" f" \; y: f: k' o
How you tried to set them free,
3 j) C3 C6 y8 L' c! @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 `8 k% _+ L& Q! B' UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % y* W! L/ }, V( P! m* N5 w4 Q$ j, t6 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 m7 _/ \; I+ }) | eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 B {+ i$ j# x$ E8 o9 U( zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 \- M& @1 }# B0 @9 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # l$ y9 s" x5 T' ?0 j+ V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) D+ ~: E7 ]+ p2 d8 M# |# c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * C4 B( x) E7 S& M) g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% b G* @ U; }5 W3 z2 b- U- L3 R" oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, X$ r0 M+ X" _$ p8 x6 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 Q6 W7 v7 e! y+ R4 m1 a8 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 O, J4 Z7 b; k3 l+ V$ OThe 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,
: D% O3 n; X. k* Z$ ~* N. fHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 c. V- W+ x5 k$ N3 V; fHow you tried to set them free,
5 f1 K5 ^2 w. Q; `: T; DThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 x3 |, P( S; [) m8 l2 s0 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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