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1 a* A q- G W: B) X, KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ~8 \. R- V9 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) Q6 N$ k* _4 a' j" R7 f! z4 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; {/ P9 h) g4 }1 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ _6 }) o- e! d E" {$ u) y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% j- G6 r. n& ~; y: {* A* ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
; P% n8 I8 F! V, X4 B) |# h ?How you tried to set them free,
0 w2 T% H$ I/ ~7 r) w6 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( ~1 h z3 [' e5 G: F4 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! x1 }) i, M1 k! F4 C0 W: H( _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 L8 e9 H/ H& E, _& ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " |$ j1 [- s0 J- Y _
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, 2 l, R6 @# e: v* D J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * w, N( H4 J! ?! z. b1 g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, L0 ~# v i& N/ e7 T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 D2 e- K' u* ]6 W Z1 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- [2 X. ? n# e# r& fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 @( }8 ]: ?. d) B% A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 [; K F( x$ m! @' k# \2 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( z) P( j0 m) L# Z2 e& o( ^1 |
The 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, % @; \+ `7 Z2 |- u
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ I; Q5 r. k! {! |& rHow you tried to set them free,
3 Z7 F0 M) ^: {( l# L1 CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 D+ [! ^- ~& FPerhaps they never will. |
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