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. |; W7 l# A! R5 n6 y& ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 P1 j& p; ]+ I3 V! _- [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 J8 k5 W7 Z) ? ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 U7 W8 y! M1 q6 c+ P. ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
j4 {/ A% Z" ]" c" ]) WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 x$ H5 o& O4 Q$ |3 U7 H" k
How you suffered for you sanity, : ~) r; J3 J2 y
How you tried to set them free, 2 ^3 h# z0 p I( k- \! L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 T1 r$ I P5 i2 {1 L9 e' m$ s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 ~; |# b3 q7 b5 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & U- D' k! J' X+ a* Z# F! n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 t: I& K+ {/ xWeathered 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, " f" t& x4 h) |, l0 W+ `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 b W, \8 k* Z. P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' S& b# x% N1 U6 D) ^! I6 y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# t5 \9 L) m1 d( N; kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : d# L/ g- x% m2 W' Y# x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" A6 I( G) p$ c6 N8 ~$ y5 E" XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' l" z! z/ {, ~* C! i# KThe 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, : E: I9 T- J. ~2 R
How you suffered for you sanity,+ |& v9 P( y# F) V2 E; j4 |
How you tried to set them free,
8 K" [, W' F/ ?2 h: F! F" y ]) N6 t& t6 ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ e2 m, ~$ U* |/ y; lPerhaps they never will. |
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