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4 q+ \" j* I& J, F R( pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* u2 v* h X$ FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 @( ^" C6 d7 `/ B0 xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 w( K0 m* `! |" kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. v; M6 I; i# |- i, JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 {- A, c% C' Z0 w S: _% x6 M9 J$ gHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 Q' d( K/ F( ^% R v4 lHow you tried to set them free,
: G; d2 V2 z6 a8 a$ _, H jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% Y* u; M4 j3 m, d) g6 H2 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# c, s+ x6 j0 A1 J8 G4 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ Q/ e+ Q8 Y2 x6 A( T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# A( g" z. {9 g4 H- lWeathered 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, 4 t/ {% ^/ R# Q% _- X2 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - n& j2 x; U2 Y j8 O( B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 S1 s/ q6 h6 T% S9 ^* d3 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; B, n, E% u. l9 K; ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) ~# i, x( h4 U: p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ p) u4 l5 t/ N. F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & v3 [7 t+ j& a! p& L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 X3 ^ ]. D$ i0 y0 I# o0 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % S7 |* L# P3 @$ L+ N7 C o6 k
5 l9 o/ Z. g8 H& e: X+ N( NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 C. j: X' c& s* q0 ?! }0 R& ^+ H! uHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 l& U$ J' M L% H+ g& u7 EHow you tried to set them free,
7 \$ F" ]3 f; zThey would not listen they're not listening still, % s6 e0 A( X9 X2 G# f' R' ~) `
Perhaps they never will. |
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