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# n7 j7 Z2 t2 D2 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) z! ^4 v# B# |. v# N5 r$ GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 g' E w; g4 z- f9 i; \+ a0 L$ UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 Y0 a; w9 J$ W# M- Z+ M! TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- M! f% c) n. a9 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ }( \% l6 A V% @- b, XHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 G; [: K. n v0 m5 RHow you tried to set them free,
2 h/ Z2 u& R. m. b2 K9 O0 |% DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( P( l) e; z! f: [, S* Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 \* I8 N6 ^- d. `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 {$ Y3 \$ u( eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 Y% [& ~7 {4 X a' H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) |; j. R9 `' o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% m# a1 S7 S% @; O0 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 g" M9 f& p7 J9 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ w8 E: K# A- E
But I could have told you, Vincent, + q' l6 Y# [0 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 I9 \7 @+ k$ K* W* P2 u4 v5 }
2 o: i$ n3 E+ sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " C( Q% H( A. i+ h! t/ u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 L, F4 o/ A6 A. G4 ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) F% }% N5 f, r# UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 [. x% m4 w0 U4 `4 T' e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % B9 `2 R9 ]+ L0 R: G9 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 R. }! B7 D, W I3 pHow you tried to set them free,
$ g! L9 P a% t: AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, T. ]/ Z( R* ]. TPerhaps they never will. |
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