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9 C! H" S- o$ r' J* MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! g0 \ l3 [: I0 C3 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 M1 Y' v- n5 F9 G2 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 G4 B. }# f$ l9 q" y SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: s7 U; n- `8 x0 m- N# vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 w) _( y5 H0 ?6 C. z+ n) ?* }: _
How you suffered for you sanity, * n- D8 M' b" v6 ~# W
How you tried to set them free,
, J, `$ G- i0 W7 z' L% p+ yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 J( Z6 }; x7 F+ L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 }7 m& \+ G$ F9 J! ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ |& z/ \- D- ?/ dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % a: S# ?3 z$ m% t; J6 J m/ `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, Y! R+ f5 U! k* yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 [5 v9 Z- E! L* F5 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' e4 N$ @/ C* x( M; Z0 x; z* Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- I9 |. W+ Y0 {8 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , A1 i2 ?1 }0 t6 r* A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% W; F' c8 w3 T* G$ q' FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 P% p' S( U' S# F5 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, U& p, T. C# I& a1 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' y9 L3 N, X3 E1 d9 b
" C/ I U' s i7 G- _. E* LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / T1 w; t- a2 O! r
How you suffered for you sanity,) |$ R" s+ i) k3 Y- a/ y, T7 V
How you tried to set them free,
v, @, ^" i. u- I) X6 n1 \They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 `4 |! I. M' XPerhaps they never will. |
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