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' b# Y7 B# f: S9 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! h5 K) U$ ]- m( P. C0 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! A N0 r$ L: V' P8 P- n' S# n0 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* ~+ {, L" g& v' @- ~1 ^( T" Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ K( H& {0 m p% f9 s* j& F5 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 \) k# H& v8 m2 `- G7 RHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 G! ? O4 |, BHow you tried to set them free,
8 J2 [ |5 S, P. ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 n0 E( N9 x; EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 x5 Y! _( b, P, u" A% jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 y, ?3 D9 r T1 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 p4 F' z$ E4 p; I) g a! x7 L* }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; ?4 o P3 c% Y. H' c. e% z: c( Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 g O9 z! F5 }/ X. O) y5 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - T- X, d% \- R( w! Z8 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 ?9 `* R! j# PBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 t5 I( Y. S( z) X- ~; r- p$ ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; L; V: L6 B# W) Q+ j. P% z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: v( N% e0 R+ G# OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# u, t9 h& ]( ]8 T: RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% g' o7 [) P- Z v( vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & i' E: Y1 _" r' d1 m' X
How you suffered for you sanity,5 q, T" I% K7 V
How you tried to set them free,
$ y' [; H0 N- {# C- oThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 m: q; _$ J4 k& F( |
Perhaps they never will. |
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