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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * ^7 l) V# w- e1 o0 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + Q, u9 `- }7 |/ ?1 l. y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; H- u3 ^5 \! g6 c- ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ H& v! P# b1 _% ?0 m9 C# oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( B T, o" L4 c" Z
How you suffered for you sanity, . R$ O. U( y/ L
How you tried to set them free, 3 d5 ~$ Q5 T9 }8 \6 [* w: q# m: ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 a: @* w6 _& I: B2 [3 i0 @8 W8 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 p) }7 \9 c" P0 v% k* X: Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 Q# B6 S4 c$ N2 a4 E2 QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! x2 N6 w1 b1 J5 HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 H$ n' x, B1 @/ N0 R# }& v2 f. IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 }0 p7 x/ E3 `0 X H; O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 K1 d N9 ? r9 w8 O, X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 o$ A; E6 k8 f& j6 E
But I could have told you, Vincent, o9 o+ [& e" B4 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 }- S+ z/ \6 Z* p6 f8 V7 s: r8 Q; KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, a& Q9 I3 q) {1 w8 M% T P9 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ E& u, m# M8 C) M0 h: }" L: PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! E8 D$ _& C- K$ T/ \( r* T, u; AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 _" N0 h% O' M, tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & D3 R% y6 \& Y5 z! |' w
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 F* o( R/ F& F: b, c CHow you tried to set them free,
- G; y7 N/ U% q8 x, o+ e% a8 OThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' C7 i2 \. J4 a, o- O5 l R
Perhaps they never will. |
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