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* Y2 g! y4 @! ]/ w' R5 y/ I6 e" iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
s6 ~2 `% w: bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 ]9 J$ K) x8 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 r/ D, M7 j. \$ B; b1 P5 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 F! V) c; [9 Y3 E' E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, A, I/ N" l6 T5 q0 I7 t6 |4 o, ~: G
How you suffered for you sanity, ; @$ k0 D- I6 q+ s$ _
How you tried to set them free, ' R; W* O9 q7 U: e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , k# D! c5 e8 j R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) h7 J9 |6 w( C+ s3 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' \! g: D; R5 K! g: Z1 R) ^. TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 I$ S2 G2 x. ^' I# t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 M9 v) p1 v* V+ y' N2 n8 e- |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ j! v, n) f& U! |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 K; X0 y+ j% H' L0 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 _- x1 [, a/ l3 d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 Z0 ^4 E3 H4 F' l# rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # g+ E7 D# a$ v) m$ g& ]7 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % R# S& w+ U$ l- }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 r4 Z* R9 z. J8 `- j7 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! p, v0 _$ w9 B/ h1 f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; M/ T9 K! \+ i2 D% CHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 `% q: F2 J, |8 \6 g# _' J/ mHow you tried to set them free,
* l, S) E: O$ t9 ?$ yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ V% ~) Q! {, q* O7 lPerhaps they never will. |
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