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% X8 v& H. S. M: r: uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ F! Y( B- v* N. {- T) w1 U2 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ _6 G/ {( E7 [ B* z/ e) qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' ]5 j' t$ v8 l# I% U' C* eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 ?$ K1 j$ f$ O9 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 N# K/ {* _: t4 t& D
How you suffered for you sanity, " G! O7 K3 E5 `
How you tried to set them free,
' a/ R& Q8 o% V& ~ L+ g) \( |2 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - B+ h- {2 j' S5 L2 i4 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * Q7 V) e+ k8 D/ L3 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' W A- z6 v0 {3 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 H- y! x% h( ?' B) BWeathered 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, ; R2 _& S) B. ?0 o( P7 R! x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ w3 G% K6 O. D7 m8 Q1 h9 ]) QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! Q Y; q7 M$ G. w4 TBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 v( b# O6 x! `1 ]8 J6 m: i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 [# @6 D7 r" S$ ?9 o' m8 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . S" K2 P: n! J/ _7 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 D# D% n" S; t- b5 L: `+ {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % w8 J2 v* A- [- Y
l8 U. N) v& @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ K, v$ s. l$ B! P9 v( V8 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 ^% R1 l2 d' b0 XHow you tried to set them free, m% E$ h5 L& z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 V+ j. X. U# O! f8 [. b% l* tPerhaps they never will. |
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