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9 K8 L1 D+ t7 \+ k: L, i- AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- _/ Y6 G. W) XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ r) I- H, X& q6 W& l" s7 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," u1 N- J7 P: v% X7 O- ]# n/ P) x) ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; }5 D* `8 v( M. r7 J# I% k6 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 Z" q7 h( K" o( v1 K/ MHow you suffered for you sanity, - z$ U9 n) p( K6 C4 N: Z4 z
How you tried to set them free,
" ]( \/ j( m- L/ \* G! q e( E" T! UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " ]" s9 l+ z% g5 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ }0 d( H! T" `) }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. P( R/ W; ?% M# XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 p4 i7 \1 m, k" s7 sWeathered 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,
& z! g1 @( [, O6 a5 b3 N1 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: N+ r. s& K& C: X6 I5 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 h! `* {1 D# |! @& j. v* `But I could have told you, Vincent, P- Q7 J0 i) r% Q+ |* n- ?# k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& A% W. v+ _8 T5 \2 V+ AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" t3 J9 y" U" r2 h5 CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / \4 Y+ |( ^* H a8 k# [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ |7 Z9 @: N4 d3 j" g0 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ X3 z+ N. `3 K3 |3 Z1 RHow you suffered for you sanity,. v5 k1 U. z; T/ m% h
How you tried to set them free, $ g- u, r$ z) ^9 w# b! m
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 }; Z* ^' J" n: I
Perhaps they never will. |
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