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5 \( M5 i9 W2 E* A* g% M( XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
s8 ^ o# H/ f# n" ^$ a" rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . z: g1 T2 v. |- c( S+ B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. w+ y5 H% q4 [% w* \, T' h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ R i* L/ E9 b4 c8 S0 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," y2 ? Q9 }4 e- Y+ w
How you suffered for you sanity,
' h; j0 m8 V; `1 J+ lHow you tried to set them free, 2 @& T+ `* m& E; @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 ]* `! W0 Q) B& {: C3 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 ]3 J w, Q6 [& C/ }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
X) x% V' f: x# wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 c) g" z. C9 M. H" i* i/ n wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ A/ Y' N$ B8 J1 v" j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 e @- K8 Z; ]+ A' `You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 j9 L( d) N& g" ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, : J+ G% Q) A/ a! m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 g# H5 V8 q* u5 v0 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / k3 E5 X# y( S9 A5 }. ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& q! L# U/ w0 F# V x# x! cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; U( W+ g2 D& n& ~6 }: c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; X% z$ E! o' P. m1 v, K @ l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ O: _6 a1 D* z+ Q! ]How you suffered for you sanity,7 u& z) D3 W, m ]( o! B8 P
How you tried to set them free,
' {: Q, K0 D6 R; h: A7 Y# ?! [# \7 U5 CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& M/ h, ?3 d% S9 i6 R$ sPerhaps they never will. |
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