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$ G% s* z3 H' \8 D# f! @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * S+ V c, @( f' A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 ]. y3 `* s( E( m! n. D, J& U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ r# S" j3 S5 k6 F* x8 [* _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : D. M6 x- r5 V; E* a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! H1 X9 t4 v( R# a. `$ Q& Q3 ]+ Q' S
How you suffered for you sanity,
& B0 S9 \9 I2 ^& WHow you tried to set them free, ! ^) `( D$ r+ E. n$ s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' y9 |6 `3 y' G* x: i! }+ r1 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 l3 g* Y0 s/ |. Q' MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 J- F- e0 P8 u% {# I( YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 L0 L* r; f+ I, c8 Y2 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% N& n% m+ n7 r& {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % L7 e2 [$ g+ N% l2 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 T+ |1 ^- O) r' t+ ] t/ A: GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, I% \5 W- a; t0 X u0 l8 N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 c9 l3 E/ e2 H BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , v! s8 G9 o, f" s4 I& @% |6 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& y8 D6 R$ P, Z1 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 O! O$ u7 a0 Y7 X4 N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ W7 w! X$ _- w ^( F
4 z! s& S) v8 }" [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 Z _( \4 D5 X `* y5 d+ X
How you suffered for you sanity,7 L, Y3 c3 x3 l& I, M
How you tried to set them free,
# u! S- `. s9 g, ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 e7 h \. m0 O. Z% |7 k$ uPerhaps they never will. |
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