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# M/ M# ^8 I$ n* LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! g. T* E b5 Z; d4 K, I+ ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , V& y8 |+ r) i2 V; D o* d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( k3 _" V5 b t. i: z1 L5 Z {3 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : u0 C5 ]' u: ?& _2 a9 W2 h; }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; c1 H" ?% _1 X9 {7 W2 W; EHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 c' Q( J. j& b
How you tried to set them free,
( M6 j1 a! m1 Z4 H; C$ J; WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 `! y- @5 ]; p' g( K" B7 f5 O# Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - h# @ h2 `, l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, x5 @' U; w: R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 z! |/ P8 g9 A7 C0 b0 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) B' I8 d. B( ]$ L* Z6 [1 T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + v) Y' U9 r( h. v, |. i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; }! l' C: G$ q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 R6 t2 r. x) ]4 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 C$ W6 {2 y$ |; G! m6 A' W* d' EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 @( z) l3 f9 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' _, E, ], f, DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 s7 ^: N0 H2 [$ ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % n5 r4 R5 g% p/ @# D
: P; g& V0 j. P x, xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % Z7 w- c9 E. \( ]; I: f
How you suffered for you sanity,
* S5 }: D) A3 bHow you tried to set them free,
4 }9 ?9 X! ~$ l3 `% q5 A# |9 xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& ^6 g: Y6 ]4 w( Q) xPerhaps they never will. |
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