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) Y o1 R/ o8 n* B/ m4 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ^ F. n( N$ F3 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # T, `$ a. y: m- `7 q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 I3 {5 _0 ^+ r7 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + T! O$ b. o3 s F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- V: s9 s: \8 ~: k7 r# v7 k
How you suffered for you sanity, ) b9 M& y% [( E, t( ?9 D! @
How you tried to set them free, 7 E! I: c M; W7 w* {! ^5 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, `8 p8 p' c6 U+ O2 ?+ lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 |: T% [% B0 p7 E$ a: Z; U* ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ q% W& d1 G: b$ B& B* oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ r, ~% \: I8 }. n5 p# r. sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* O6 ^$ h+ z) i' r( G! f s6 u6 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! v1 a# R2 a; X* ?9 K; B* H8 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( ]+ x* d4 @- f/ ~ h* V( A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 J: _. m7 Q7 ?. |4 ~/ [4 B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ I6 z8 x( ?, z+ sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! C# i! H, T3 c9 _. v; O2 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" j; U# }) p1 N+ v: rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( k8 T+ `) J! n# R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) i( g. G" }% J7 F4 n" q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 _" D. a! @! |/ U3 q# |' rHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ S3 \0 Q. B# ?4 N( a' Q7 gHow you tried to set them free, : z: o% i H, p- x6 ~2 Y; V$ n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 {1 X" Z2 ?! M6 E) ]& e. d4 g4 sPerhaps they never will. |
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