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% t. K& ^9 t2 T J. r U# bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: |& i7 n6 m/ Z( C2 M. SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 Z. G E1 O) e# I g0 c7 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 _9 F; \2 h# m) \& n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 F( B7 @) Q. I( z- v5 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# U+ F& [, W4 X; n' c E
How you suffered for you sanity, # S, g# g; b2 u$ ?7 }2 M
How you tried to set them free,
3 y* R: e, Y) ]: s& q9 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. J5 p, T7 E0 m8 `( l7 y, s8 [; \, N4 b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - Y* G' ?+ [: Q5 _8 }/ @9 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ [. p9 a' n; ^% VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 {( s7 r: n$ v+ I( d! w" Z, X( {
Weathered 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,
+ Z7 J: g }8 A' H/ C4 s! wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 \: j4 t/ p4 ?- d6 S; a! r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 h0 S, `: \" A* d2 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( E$ E; }6 T" k% E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 x4 {$ U; U" _; M- f6 v) n
! V, P9 q& E* q4 q! r7 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! d; m- s/ b% @) {% O% A7 N+ IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( ~+ ^( Q% A& @# U4 q. bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * H& b7 ?& \6 T' D' D. |0 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 d$ N k" e8 V+ G9 j NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 j9 w! P0 `: J2 Y6 M- ~) E
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ [- x6 r. W1 `: _; Y' NHow you tried to set them free,
' E5 H. l$ z; ?7 }) xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) R- c( K" |7 d/ \1 SPerhaps they never will. |
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