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: r6 [* o. f4 q& mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 ]0 \# I- ]* e9 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 `8 W1 b5 q9 j) r' [# o! o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 h H; U& j4 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * X7 d5 w' B* u I- L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
I ^) d7 D* i; ~3 i- X, sHow you suffered for you sanity, * C( H1 m$ d' U! z5 Z2 \
How you tried to set them free, 8 R( ]1 g4 K3 P( [2 n/ D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 a8 ^7 Z0 w. z: j( y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : c& v8 K; t) u N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 t2 ~: X7 O+ h9 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - G1 a: p( [7 ~# ]+ S0 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - Z; v& _ O5 T( e6 v' u9 z, ^! v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( u% U* w1 j' K/ _1 a5 `$ \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , ]# U1 x& T1 J! A: v) b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 f( Z* b* {) r* y' R6 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 v; }9 o- `5 F4 N2 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' z' }# J+ r/ U; _" |5 ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' Y# L4 M: h+ V0 f9 G* C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 P' p& g' i6 q& v
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,
* n/ R5 |( D: E% ~2 I( SHow you suffered for you sanity,% z8 e- U! c3 \' \1 U+ w
How you tried to set them free,
5 F( K0 q. ^0 E6 O9 v1 y0 B$ aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 e) `1 Y. ^% w- r, B/ f& F% v8 NPerhaps they never will. |
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