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, J; ^1 L( |- lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% u- r2 B6 @: L) x, X/ TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% a% d8 e: d" L- g1 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 q# T" I' }4 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. l$ h1 M; n& y! qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 I0 E) E1 |/ R9 v" \9 qHow you suffered for you sanity, : B; {- E* f) }" e% j3 M
How you tried to set them free, # }& J x4 F2 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 u& ~# v; y5 L6 x- y3 F7 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 a; z0 Y: X: C( e1 r- t( _7 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( ~, @2 t, L# G3 k6 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " B- J7 c; S& }8 @ o2 ~0 f# a- U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( A8 I( R3 X5 a4 }7 P( KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. f! i( O& _& b& W9 e* SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ Q0 I4 c6 P" Y3 C/ R+ J+ p6 S8 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* v* X+ D+ d2 M5 q9 K' u4 p, i, XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' P# m' u w6 a8 c5 ?# C5 L/ vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . F2 _+ R) v3 g' G3 X5 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: s3 O" ^* r9 R$ ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . r+ i/ z+ I4 b+ B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * f) p& R) R9 W1 g: p3 f2 x5 J
! \1 e1 m6 [2 E- _3 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 J1 L* h2 N2 h }6 M
How you suffered for you sanity,2 v9 Q, V% ^" w; A& E
How you tried to set them free, . h# O9 C- D% N) t$ ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ m' s/ z( v2 n( L7 R$ qPerhaps they never will. |
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