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' u, W$ O+ Z$ ]- iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 o. o* g N P" R, U% \6 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + P8 x1 O x, ]5 c6 s) g( v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 d' B+ k2 J$ m2 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 t2 _. F+ n0 k1 V# i4 _# _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 z7 N( d. ?6 T3 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
V/ B0 P7 h3 h( l JHow you tried to set them free,
6 z S# x* \( S! r0 t5 w. j0 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; |+ v0 H- d; x% L. m( ~$ z" g$ LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % o. Y2 u6 i, e7 R0 E. o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 d1 C% P+ k( B. \6 }0 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 O5 _: f$ t2 C6 z5 y2 u5 ]& D( ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 W2 t6 T% _; v% _$ q7 v. h8 O. BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 |/ |5 s) t- g! M( m/ E+ TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 p$ K' a2 T% [9 s0 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ U0 D2 x; g5 d1 y; QBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 u2 k( ~1 P# O2 ^# Y4 |6 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 h& o7 {) G: c8 T: X4 R/ C: G% F
) \% k; z* E' D3 j ]* a8 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & G0 F$ I: S8 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! E- s+ ? A4 J9 I1 c* D$ XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 l3 g& ~. z- hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 m+ \9 {8 l$ I& N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 c$ Y! F' w! ^# p h, r3 j
How you suffered for you sanity,! H, s# ?) o+ r" R0 K8 v( m# \
How you tried to set them free,
5 t: z$ D3 J* |- ?! V$ Y( WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 d M7 ^' o( y% Z' M4 y; XPerhaps they never will. |
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