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0 \" _5 S; M: k5 E+ z5 e: x# UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : m% z, A4 t3 L& x2 ^# N- Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 b9 ^6 U4 G4 B' w0 q8 E& KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 W- d- V$ L& ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 Q+ _2 p* k G' d3 b$ t7 q8 Y& uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. W: u& F! M& W0 B; q" yHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 n- x- T1 a, ]9 }How you tried to set them free,
7 \9 X3 h' J7 w! N p6 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; w0 d$ S5 P: s+ s- w+ r$ z cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 B8 j6 B6 P i& ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 e$ z/ y2 b4 U3 ?' F& AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, G. P6 r1 B2 u
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,
9 V( v4 y+ n. G/ T$ z: ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& h* q( t" V/ xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 j: A( G/ |- Y% M3 ]5 u4 rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ Z( B. K) e- }$ ~( k2 L7 L. j) RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) e5 h3 a& ^0 V6 s' G* g3 N5 q! Y$ _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( W) D/ M( ]. ?8 H _. J4 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; K+ Y% b$ ?" H7 u* _7 [# z/ G0 s& b ]0 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 \ N6 n5 H: N. `0 `
- R; ~. p2 I. u) Q4 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & V2 @! r c; _. g5 t1 v
How you suffered for you sanity,7 g+ d. i6 S' H( R$ o9 v& \
How you tried to set them free,
0 t6 |1 [( H" E' LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' q& D; i0 d- |. @- F( Q( v1 W! b' jPerhaps they never will. |
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