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+ J3 n+ T# l( q+ B" jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. g8 `( D& m0 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 _5 L# R: d! u5 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# E; x' @. \2 \# S! tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 F, C5 M' m) R- M6 i P! Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ M: ^- c7 R, VHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 a! Z. p& L4 N: A( f9 ~ O5 Q0 i
How you tried to set them free, $ i" [6 `% i4 M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ C% ~! q/ C- s5 X. _$ SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) \& |% E3 Q, K# s1 g4 V: c+ X( a; ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" z( A$ a$ W @0 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # m. y# J$ B) x2 q8 ^
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, , [3 I- ^! K0 ~5 y6 k2 @! G. Y9 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, e& A$ M# Y& x. iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 w/ Q8 `2 H4 MBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) h7 z) W/ H) b$ s7 Q. r! ?2 f2 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( k& \6 U$ d2 i( @- n: NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( d- S+ e& S) u$ H7 L0 P0 pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) [7 r* A. V' i) Z$ BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , _9 D9 k6 ^7 \% a6 e& K" _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 `! j' a. m3 m( W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: K* e+ J* C7 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
# t' h/ [( E* o( z# }4 U9 MHow you tried to set them free,
5 D, |/ n* a# C5 K. x4 R* jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 A' N* h1 S, T5 k/ q/ HPerhaps they never will. |
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