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1 P( d, B: t- Y$ n5 ]& d$ R" uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 k. I6 f. O6 v* F6 y+ i; ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" m( W8 t; e% N, DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 V0 i8 j, Q" a- V" G m8 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + x' s# c3 T, R, @# l0 q. J h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ j8 b+ n" p8 Q5 A& v! wHow you suffered for you sanity, - d. W4 R* o0 G( O2 `6 M: {# y
How you tried to set them free, ! Q( W) Y0 i* y6 h- q: Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . y8 Q' h" d; ]$ m. Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% O$ a. L8 f USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / h! P) _. d9 p! Q! T5 w7 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 u# `8 D: Y' N; D' T& X% f4 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 ~7 s8 P, V$ k! x/ B1 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; ^: x$ S& _5 r ~5 Q- v; rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
Y) t& \* j9 C' VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % v$ M# L% e0 B2 _) G* e" j2 D; ^, `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 j- h. Z6 \1 X2 c( XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 Q& \2 p8 @+ `3 G5 V
; p% j r0 K, b# x- l7 e+ g8 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : k+ _* Y) E( I/ F) v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* Y3 I8 K5 t! V% u9 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / A! p, z. O* q4 K! b0 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + `8 j' R. e( B1 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ g! H5 @" M& FHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 j4 P# I# z; e8 `6 d8 NHow you tried to set them free, % e' X7 |; K! j$ s* l+ G- M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! ] I* k* }8 p4 |, vPerhaps they never will. |
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