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6 @5 S; s7 x9 [- o0 y# W/ pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 t @3 [+ i6 W) gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ r) @: |2 T, r6 I* M; v/ v4 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# e+ j0 g# Z1 J; h6 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ P% w% P! y$ k7 p6 v$ H" o# u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* e" H! z" R% M2 r; ^How you suffered for you sanity,
9 k, {% ~# o+ D! P' _2 o5 q4 ?' ?How you tried to set them free, - A& S+ X2 Y/ _0 ~' P T; j* v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 v% A s1 t( `3 C' y- a: B& P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 i+ j6 ]7 t9 T4 ?, u/ u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + R2 J$ c+ _$ c6 A7 [$ {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* \/ G1 }6 n+ M$ Y" |: v0 qWeathered 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, 9 h [7 A! O) y0 Q5 J! U0 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' [; U6 U5 o- _/ g$ `; s* W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 X% n6 h7 i8 o9 d& v$ aBut I could have told you, Vincent, , p% \) Y' A& q; d" L- X1 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , e+ a% Z1 N& {$ D
2 T7 d) u1 d r4 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! L: m l8 S, R5 R0 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 R2 J' m4 i3 u# u! Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! o$ S* ^) I# c v* J5 ^+ w+ L: Y- P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 O* |' F; u2 c& t6 u+ v, A2 j3 [( tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : a4 L8 a* G: S8 s- K% M
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 v$ D7 F' D8 ]How you tried to set them free, / ?7 m+ v2 ?' ~% x. x4 |/ a. Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 y1 O. Z* P _! t6 @* S* tPerhaps they never will. |
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