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* l$ L4 X: N9 g9 {9 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ P: @/ m! D7 ^+ Y4 j! D1 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 c' Y7 t6 R; @; A+ i4 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ ?4 w: W m8 V; {! a9 u4 l2 s( LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. J6 V1 p. W2 @! B0 [ g/ U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* f6 [9 N+ G( ?How you suffered for you sanity,
9 y. G; k2 N4 k+ ~$ GHow you tried to set them free,
- `- \' [% T+ H# y- m; N7 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: Y$ [" ? y6 b% b) M( Y3 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : X+ { d- |! `6 Y" ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! ?& `1 o5 C: ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 _0 W6 S/ u# K8 j" t! F7 H
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,
3 s+ _+ U3 w1 M; R4 y5 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - D) P' [, x( |6 r( W o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 |8 a4 x% u; e% b( y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 F) a! U% w0 s; D' `, SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , }: C* Y0 {- A% a( m! ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * [& n/ |! E7 T& x2 ~- F4 C' Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- _; m: r4 L: ?3 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; O5 H4 u2 ^- M/ L& L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" o C! y% F7 K, NHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 X! ^% R0 d7 c# {- vHow you tried to set them free,
. I$ j* o2 U( M6 M+ L0 b! GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- I( v; _& ]$ }* _: ?4 ]% {Perhaps they never will. |
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