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s% Y) b* H" vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # V& i* g0 q$ E+ b3 Y: }. }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / y( a& D) I" D/ @0 g T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 i5 |6 H( @: U; X! c+ E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : N L% I0 X# q+ o" d! T/ U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ u+ O3 ]: V7 J- M1 O' s7 ^, l
How you suffered for you sanity, ) j& q" M5 N. V9 @0 B4 T& s3 ^
How you tried to set them free, . t* a7 [- ]0 x9 _7 E' `) h6 S) t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 C9 P+ c& ]! V% _* h: e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * h! R0 d2 N0 V. r; k* i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& C4 b6 Z/ e9 K! \* Q- x" V8 f8 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" \* i+ o' r7 P8 T8 N" rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# o3 M+ R4 E7 s" CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 w, o. ]' r( ?; J: H0 F/ `- U7 Y7 b0 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- C0 p: @/ d+ _1 T. fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, r4 L# F5 ]8 {9 |3 r, pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ A* J( \$ J/ d% \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * \# U. ~* o' q/ N7 O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: ?" L# G2 ? E0 d7 E7 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : S/ e" L- L! ?5 V5 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; d" H9 n4 x2 G, s* F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 q) E" T" s3 u* a. C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ Q; U/ e4 E2 D5 t7 w2 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
; Y3 A2 R9 q9 h8 y4 sHow you tried to set them free, * o. B/ [% } v( O% Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* [- h) N' |8 }Perhaps they never will. |
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