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5 H+ r7 L2 d4 k SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% ?- D- P" C) S. |5 }3 S8 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * j* U* ~9 \/ u1 j% g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) d* U/ b) u/ S `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; f( K! @) |" {# s! u7 j( i J7 }0 Q! w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, M% A; f r& W) O& v" R( l9 u
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 G: r. t4 T1 a& [ T
How you tried to set them free, ! k; L1 f/ q9 S& Y) U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / N* [5 O P* j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . J0 {4 M" j9 a/ M9 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 k7 I* S$ N" z4 ^& \7 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 T! ?2 c2 ?6 J( f7 }- Q7 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) h. ?) h2 q! I4 l5 M9 c0 N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 l* _9 n2 D) uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: ?7 i: Y# g5 G& Z* k$ D+ sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, A k1 V! d) hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 b: w/ u9 F7 m2 V+ ^9 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 e: \; E6 o" Q# h4 A/ e4 |3 j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # ]; B' f4 T" [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% ~8 p- W! b. Q) ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! V8 W" l7 Q: F- G) f/ |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / n5 U C+ @4 O( D* n
, Q' _5 J- W G6 i" D# r! ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 \. B' J; P3 f+ m+ R' u
How you suffered for you sanity,0 ]0 I% x$ Q) ^0 J3 M" g; }! q
How you tried to set them free, 8 \5 x7 Y* ^& ^% @1 |9 F4 J& o# `. w* p1 s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 g% S4 U- o# ~6 f/ ]9 C* SPerhaps they never will. |
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