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9 h% J8 y$ K5 g% D! O" G- R1 u7 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 w `4 p7 E5 K6 X* ?9 \2 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " L- S4 i1 {( Q1 m8 G. W* F2 j# j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# ^. ?! c3 j8 M& V! g5 B7 ^0 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : C) L) `) y& [9 \. {! [7 @" _2 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 e* A6 q- ]$ i- h
How you suffered for you sanity,
* I2 E1 ]% E( i8 n, mHow you tried to set them free, 2 h8 s5 S. p# F1 I- s- ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 t) A9 j# L; T* J6 q0 B/ y- J) t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + T1 o, o3 D7 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
z& X0 Z1 n! d' A4 n) ^* S' {+ T* x4 p2 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 O, a& C5 @" |, D% L* ~5 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 @* ?# B; Z/ J" V8 J! m4 z$ GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# ` a3 P# B% |$ P/ cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% ^8 j u# V# Z9 ~; \1 p3 \ zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& |$ {: Q8 R% h. ?) o' _But I could have told you, Vincent,
A* s1 l: w* [2 e5 F; TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( F9 D1 [) N/ v. l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 [& X3 ?* k! j! HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 Z4 ^" P4 n3 e* j+ j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 R k0 s2 P) a# `9 X1 f: e4 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 u) z2 }+ a% F5 QHow you suffered for you sanity,0 }" r) L- L! u: g
How you tried to set them free, |, g+ G# H. M' `$ @
They would not listen they're not listening still, # t" `: }; ~0 N! x! i2 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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