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; J" K8 U1 \6 G- L: F# @) fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& J! m4 |0 S0 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' j2 I* ~4 T9 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
Q4 ^1 X8 l( c& ]& _9 f$ L/ kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 H/ J/ ^, B4 \% xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ B* {% _8 w* ~( a9 I* r1 `+ zHow you suffered for you sanity,
' R" Q; b, X1 f/ J( W5 AHow you tried to set them free, % A5 I9 ^1 q" k$ j* U( W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
W k; H+ |+ y! TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ s3 t* R( ]% a6 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 T+ \$ e( v& e* X% hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! g6 z) Y3 C W& r! MWeathered 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,
- c j1 z2 G% X! v5 }2 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / ~8 R0 W x: J! ?+ x' f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 C1 H0 W+ ~, D4 R d
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 \( J: b# a3 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, i: N: {- }7 ]! G$ a+ D/ vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 u$ j+ R. Y' p# CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 ~* t7 V ~; [: e, S0 i- G9 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & ^5 Z, s7 @6 _. b% r n9 u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& W' m, _, ^6 y# KHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 ~) t6 B- S4 r3 w3 z0 aHow you tried to set them free, - P: g% ~9 D+ w* ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, " K) e+ d0 B) k7 O3 Q& X
Perhaps they never will. |
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