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# X, e3 l+ V% Q! uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# ]/ B6 A7 S! O+ f1 f K @' L- \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / V! B- ~, V9 o& Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* b# l" @. ^" |. j" YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 D8 \- T5 `4 X1 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# ?0 L9 S/ h( s, A0 N% {/ M$ lHow you suffered for you sanity, ; b- r! X% X7 S, H% J6 }# y z1 H
How you tried to set them free,
$ {, m& M: c/ Q% B! dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) c: q9 @; p: O, R L# n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 Y6 R% I6 H* x _6 W0 e4 i9 f: ~* R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 {5 M% r: T q# w: M2 v( e& WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 w* K0 W; ]) ] }" w8 F, C
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, : v ^$ n+ |* |3 Y+ ~/ p$ i# D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ c6 U e) j$ a* F. |4 k* uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 U3 p! L5 f& VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; t/ l, _+ c L$ }" LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' Y8 n: K; ^7 k8 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 c9 S3 U3 H d3 x3 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" K5 d/ k% Z6 I$ DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 H4 H. T# r F3 e( q8 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
j# E: A& a% N/ h- H5 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
' V. n4 t% }0 T! i/ MHow you tried to set them free, + O! [' x J2 b5 R. e0 i
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 D, y- K: Y" {# N
Perhaps they never will. |
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