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! O* y/ ~# U: V9 B3 J3 n. j3 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 p; f/ L4 O8 j3 c1 O- |7 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) p( \' W5 o( j/ K- Z/ X& E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* t# J' p, r5 {( ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 W8 \5 q U$ H7 P2 M6 qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 j8 A; E1 z6 ]0 g! U
How you suffered for you sanity,
( k1 r0 W; v2 A& P1 Q3 e" r6 \How you tried to set them free,
( k3 w% N% g5 o. R' h# @5 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 f# b/ O4 N! S8 R- }( T% L+ s/ {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) n& z+ u) V( x0 W" K$ B, x; F" HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) ]9 t/ S# O/ }( r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , z& u3 J8 O) `: l' Q* h& n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; A5 {& L; ?1 t/ t1 L5 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) F6 O$ C3 [( D4 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( K# o/ Z$ f0 \% AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : T3 S9 B( t% A, N) Q' n1 C' c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" Y( {' z# ~, c `# Q2 } q1 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% t; l1 }2 C1 F# o0 P+ lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 F. n% O6 g4 s* r# k9 ^ Q' V- TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 B( I& b! _0 V* CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 `& R% n+ W& K- R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
H2 k R0 {% [. ]! U# [How you suffered for you sanity," }+ i& k/ o9 z( t9 }
How you tried to set them free, 2 a1 C# ]! m8 {, \3 L {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. d4 i3 ?3 R6 I( yPerhaps they never will. |
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