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2 ?& B& z" v. `3 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& ]/ r! @% f" ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) M/ @. U& l6 z. W4 f( z6 L9 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( z0 f F0 G+ c# e& P$ qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' Q. T9 u$ ^6 l. }4 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 Z: y! V. [% X- s7 L8 `( [
How you suffered for you sanity,
, g) K; W7 D! Q% ?How you tried to set them free, * T1 ^+ y5 b0 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 ~4 ?* c; C- x3 P$ f" E! V( H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, |& O% G3 Z7 k8 L3 M3 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # \5 o- v! d7 X* N" ]# h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & \ b$ K' f/ }: T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : } {4 R/ K! p1 H' D6 l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! h F5 I! \ `) v) {$ R% x/ g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 r; u0 e: m, j: n5 j+ o( a' N$ K/ T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; Q4 s) H" l, K$ U2 BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ _( z4 J* d# M1 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( }, y# ?- J3 T6 a$ B7 W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; S" t6 O9 P8 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. X1 u) j2 o4 X FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - f: e/ @$ R( G, {+ m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & P9 g/ P2 s5 y Q6 D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 R, ~& B" [" y2 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ S$ t+ X' S$ Z% iHow you tried to set them free,
3 B0 ^4 U% V% W1 D) zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 b, n. ?; _3 w2 I# l8 P$ X0 BPerhaps they never will. |
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