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5 M9 L! m- O( X5 S! _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
z! o! x P! P; n+ ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: z7 t C) [7 w; z1 R8 A% G) F9 _% ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ h5 I) \$ F1 d; fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' p$ N+ a) c7 {& O: x0 b4 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 f V8 c1 j# Q" i- F) u, e; ?) p b
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ S& _9 N; E4 V$ ]) U% bHow you tried to set them free,
$ v' w* q8 b5 B7 z4 H, kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: G. g; o% j. ?1 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 m8 S0 n6 p8 P0 c( QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& h. U/ C% y$ U' uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 J) O/ U: ?3 E+ w0 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" ?; v! i/ z- l/ f$ G! bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 S3 b2 {$ @ y9 K: ]' p4 \6 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " J$ i' k0 q6 G# A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 z' u4 u2 q: H# B$ O! bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 E; Y8 x) R+ y1 E# BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- o) h, Q6 e7 m- o$ L8 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 y* N X" g, [$ q8 U$ o% s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 E' R$ Q& A5 R, P" i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# q0 C& Y2 L2 C7 N: MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; o6 y9 o4 N: c" l+ \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 q0 I0 f$ f& ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
* s- S2 Q/ g' `! G7 K& o" [How you tried to set them free,
( s, H; P1 P/ T2 N' v3 UThey would not listen they're not listening still, : g0 S9 O, |$ p1 g9 V% I# d
Perhaps they never will. |
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