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8 K# h4 y+ o. ^& T3 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 E3 q; D+ T+ R! kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: y2 e3 |( ], \& KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! `4 n4 L4 E5 D9 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' `7 f- S3 }! F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 @7 D. {9 t8 ~1 F) L; x: rHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ F! E) s) T% bHow you tried to set them free, 4 q& v6 `2 j h. e1 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 N5 S$ E$ d5 i+ L1 K, r- BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ n7 g, [7 P: aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) m3 ^. x: y# f& n: ?8 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- w' E5 Y$ v, S" d1 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : X% x2 w+ M$ w1 K* }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; O# x9 |; o+ O4 X1 Z a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& j1 J1 ?/ T7 y" r) r" iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 k/ G- r5 R7 E% Z% r- [1 W% X
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 J! B6 Z7 M) l9 N- t0 x2 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 _. V) F$ e! |, P1 e- }) eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( R6 p M$ V5 O5 Y7 { mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # p; I o5 m+ ]- ~0 ?
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, ! Z% v9 X {' T
How you suffered for you sanity,; A$ J3 L. o' b3 K. D
How you tried to set them free, . P6 ]( k, T: u- \. ]% V! I% s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 l6 g5 L: R5 z1 OPerhaps they never will. |
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