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0 O. m4 h$ d5 Q5 F5 R+ Q- TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 P4 \' h; w, j0 j# d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 V# K$ F# V1 L/ i* s7 Q5 R0 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ G8 E: O# k* A- A/ KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , R* t' W% B0 |' u! r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 H9 }& D: X8 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 l$ v5 z# q2 _- s! N' ]How you tried to set them free, 0 a1 x u; F% ]* `. S4 W# E+ R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 N- n6 \" f1 W% R. CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: R) R$ S- Z5 g7 Z; t" sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 ~# S. l4 h% L- wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 v H* L# l! d" _! x. }/ J+ PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 t7 ~6 m( d5 i2 x0 b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
G7 p5 A3 Z, S; U/ b! b6 _1 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 i/ w6 `7 Z% G% b; l$ v1 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 g# O# }& r( h# o2 x* b6 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 B7 f' T2 e+ vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 t' q# W9 |: H3 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 M# V1 O6 P! R; K1 x7 K! h& f3 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( p, F* z% C/ j6 ] a. E: ?8 W
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,
1 G+ \( q2 p+ t. i& \. L5 ~+ ?How you suffered for you sanity,
" ]7 u3 C2 i; }* P# gHow you tried to set them free, 7 U8 |9 {8 C+ \- F) k) f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
K5 B$ c, H& G' [Perhaps they never will. |
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