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* R7 g0 a, ]( y9 ~3 Q6 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& O6 ]8 I' V& |, z& R- }' J0 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 m6 \: K [/ x; y! O7 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! o: W& o$ |- \( j; @9 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 a, m/ `& S/ ?. Y3 O+ T, ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 @2 h6 R4 M$ s6 eHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 ~' x* v: Q+ C0 z* G+ r: _1 ]+ c( z
How you tried to set them free, ; E. g2 D" Z m# ^% e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# A8 U8 b2 d9 X. b1 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: N; X1 J- i4 t# B+ R2 n8 F( b0 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# _# M, N4 @6 N9 r) i- {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( k2 T B0 M! J+ `* V9 G; hWeathered 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,
( R4 q. g: m. Q5 e, H& QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% W1 ]3 o/ K. u$ `! ?. i# c1 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' L7 G1 M9 h( J+ DBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 l+ w/ L! z' H2 Z5 g9 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 a v) N0 y; j' S& o
. D( n% B7 |9 I0 v* [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 F$ z: @% e6 t- H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( M" R; w: v ~) Q. M' [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, n1 s$ B3 M" C' g* _2 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 W; m2 E6 n. E$ D3 r/ ~( S2 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 I! U1 y7 I+ q; c$ wHow you tried to set them free,
! _% \8 u" d& C+ V W7 _; {They would not listen they're not listening still,
# O6 j& j8 R% \, e) c/ rPerhaps they never will. |
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