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4 k! d$ k' k; [, i9 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 w% o8 K$ R% D" \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
x( P1 T$ a0 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 j6 Z: _ a. C5 c. M9 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) ^& y1 o' g; P% K6 s) x; Q8 n. [' b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. p" d9 |' D) I" y: u# `1 H5 pHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 m2 T0 D; t; t, M7 e: }2 V
How you tried to set them free, N: p: X% {( O% M4 W6 u! m( K5 e6 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) \9 w# J1 n1 m8 l T; F5 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, C8 O2 i+ P1 v' |7 z) o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- k- C6 a1 O( G9 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
`# @* J! U/ ~, J7 D RWeathered 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,
: y5 U8 S: ]* {, y- xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- n/ `- m% A- s3 C, cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 l; Y/ l. A7 a% h6 q! K8 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; }2 G, p; s) H1 t* L$ C MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 W: ]3 Z# ?( B6 \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - Y8 |- x: }5 x" w( B" z. Z$ v1 f+ J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 c2 v! P; f2 G+ t. mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " N& m, }% E1 `, N. [% E/ o# n! ~9 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) _; ^- a7 S8 |/ f C: s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& n( M! {$ J2 I) Y5 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
& l0 b" Y# q% m: F+ x1 ?) _How you tried to set them free, 2 o* }0 A+ I/ Y+ f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# N! I: l9 c9 w$ ]1 T: UPerhaps they never will. |
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