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/ }6 K. T* m# ?! J5 r2 E( VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 T5 `0 Y4 \# B* \/ FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 `+ J; ^/ _, D: Q1 a: o8 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# n- F" @/ D) \2 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 D) T" _: R5 f, D: s* }1 T' Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," g" s" b' y1 z) B& [: a5 c
How you suffered for you sanity, / Q: U) t) g. |) {- n
How you tried to set them free, $ F6 l5 a& J5 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ V0 u' X$ B1 ` q" T: DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, j H, H2 F( ]1 }5 I, SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 c6 E3 G3 }" k/ [: m; ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 z8 E8 O3 b( I! b0 O( B7 c
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,
3 {3 |/ A5 b+ p) u5 }" d; z B5 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" }: b7 {8 u- b+ eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 W9 u1 r# |7 n# V; lBut I could have told you, Vincent, + E) X6 K( P* _1 \+ ]: m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' A4 G# O+ @: G/ N, ?6 A1 ~# W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 N3 U, h- o# e# f4 M$ u8 G! e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ y( u% M2 c ]. PThe 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, 5 p: |+ h, |" a6 z8 D# a5 M
How you suffered for you sanity," T; V* { G% x! m/ o
How you tried to set them free, * G$ T4 j5 K' s% o4 A r2 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 G9 m N4 p; m, }4 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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