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, \, u V& G0 B; g7 r9 j7 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 Z* u7 s* D, P) g* w- V; F. z0 c4 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 T, H/ ]* c1 O. K) vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ l7 g" A, \, ?) Z/ c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " i7 C! k2 `% I: Q# h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: l+ T' S5 o2 Y+ u$ K
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 I& [) k/ v2 ^, \2 Q9 a3 g- KHow you tried to set them free, / `$ H L# P) j0 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" g) u2 ?2 I+ i1 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 s, _: J& m" q( b% M7 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! h# W% R3 H6 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, f: Q& w* n5 c( {9 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! t7 S7 T, D$ f. r+ s5 c+ qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * c2 @9 G$ M; u' F0 I. R* M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) b& U8 |' W: @) }* B3 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, |7 y. N: Z- l0 ?- [* I. q0 h
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 ?6 y! p0 p* Q5 }; g" L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 D- H) q7 R) a9 c) K1 p0 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
o% ^9 a; r' ^. P+ a: U! R, GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* z6 D7 Z# n7 W- t/ kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 u: I3 D% ~6 O& W8 j! e1 [3 n; _
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, * i8 v6 ?' `0 {5 o0 {3 w3 }6 P L
How you suffered for you sanity,1 G1 W* p6 E" P' J$ I- K3 X4 i1 U
How you tried to set them free, - q$ x5 W" b" F1 _7 p8 d
They would not listen they're not listening still, # H/ ` I, H+ M+ q4 q' |# R4 Y8 o7 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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