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6 X$ o( v/ x9 N; i- dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, p# A }: s8 M6 X- a/ rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
J. E7 s" h* P# t* i9 p6 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 ~. V& q. s( U: E6 o9 Y& TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ T, I, o2 h" ^7 m1 u6 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ]% j d+ m# } kHow you suffered for you sanity,
( y- f2 [' r, M5 O. V: Z7 ?. |0 yHow you tried to set them free, ; W% r" ~! \, X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( n0 ~( w' l+ V( ?; T; l6 O& C% w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 Z$ o5 M3 r% DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 ~0 w/ E O; l! i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & U" \7 j& e/ ?- r3 {, N
Weathered 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,
1 h4 U# X% M+ I7 S% F' o5 W. GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . G8 z. {. |$ L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( f: M; h T2 O V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* e; U: s/ l C6 Q* w. _0 J- HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 W, V7 `( }/ ]+ M' }8 m; Q; z/ w5 D; vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ p7 s9 P7 x( F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 t: K5 }- j! ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 d; ]) `0 @' c" z+ n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) H! [/ b1 ?' e; Q( a; q. k/ l: h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; s1 {: U8 Q# } F. D7 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
" @0 g- s+ h2 e) R7 y. }How you tried to set them free,
% b+ b/ u8 t2 NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ G+ Q# e2 a6 `Perhaps they never will. |
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