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+ B. X* V8 O$ X5 J' N5 q. rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, b6 K; I t) |# K. Y# [( ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( F. M3 k9 Z K- A* s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 j y: k/ O) K1 X. C0 Z6 Y C) E+ N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! C) q3 p0 r( o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" d& q! R0 F8 X9 |4 Z) c6 sHow you suffered for you sanity, " C( T& i* R* {
How you tried to set them free, # N) z: y$ C! e s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ S' o) d: T" c t$ OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 r0 A% i/ k8 v6 g5 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ^! ^; b' d( n9 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % E3 o8 {% ]% j1 n& ?7 S7 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; r S$ n7 }% t* R* [4 z! \
) {5 {" _9 l4 k9 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / X7 E6 U& `5 y% q0 v( E; l* X/ S* I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% n1 M& c2 F. ~; f' W5 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . E3 u8 w0 m, O' ]& n8 [
But I could have told you, Vincent, + t: h3 Y @( |7 {! ]( D4 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& j0 C- e- q. kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ P. U& l/ e3 Q) a/ NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: S7 A1 H- ~& [0 UThe 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,
! L) j j' d2 ~$ G* U5 L, lHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 ~: W- a4 l% q3 G, O# t: l1 n! AHow you tried to set them free,
- |# q( @* [0 U6 |" l9 o G5 i2 A9 BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ w; h/ M5 Y2 rPerhaps they never will. |
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