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5 M0 \6 e! ~ @7 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& }) j! K1 h, w, b. l# o! |6 ?- DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; i( i! M$ e" K. K2 a1 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( P* w+ [/ [. o1 T( LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% C; O+ U* i1 w7 j' c5 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! p# C7 c+ P# n" v M) B8 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
* D3 |% r9 }/ q4 L4 O3 YHow you tried to set them free,
# d9 F* D" ?. b/ q. L+ tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ ?' b$ T7 ? w( K! p, z. }2 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 a8 a% s2 p- f9 Z# ?- j9 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& `+ @9 y" h( Y9 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 O E' r% L U2 @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,
! J6 }6 ?& _+ o1 `% ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) {' `1 R$ M$ _; `5 C+ t: L. ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, N% [2 K' @# WBut I could have told you, Vincent, Q0 `7 W' S+ e& o( t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 B! I5 C; i+ V& R3 F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 }, {* i" |/ {" F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' ^8 v5 h$ G2 Y! X; F8 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 Y1 o7 F/ J, E: {' G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ R" i% ^+ |# J
How you suffered for you sanity,* [, b0 D7 `+ n, `
How you tried to set them free,
1 P# k7 K& x& c. Z! bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) F/ i0 P: d: z* E+ K7 o- RPerhaps they never will. |
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