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3 `$ j$ L# G4 R; I+ f) W2 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ X( N% v* `3 Q$ O, bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( v4 }; r: w5 l9 L% }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 ?& Q# l8 M/ n1 @5 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* t0 h* O1 _# m9 |3 l; ]6 N; j5 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ d. d6 I' A: k4 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 T" }0 ~+ Q( _5 S* w1 ~$ i
How you tried to set them free,
7 |. R7 v9 R2 ?2 f I2 I% P$ W+ c- jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . b' `. }/ O1 Z- b% e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ h7 r/ k1 n; j- ?5 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% [1 P/ k6 E1 ^& N' z4 y* G1 x) c1 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; h# c- X' i {. xWeathered 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,
* p0 o. g5 ?, h% qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 o# S6 _1 G+ X0 r% aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 V) p+ C$ j9 F/ _( yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 ]8 M, R1 i8 A [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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}! N# n8 x! P$ ?8 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 F; l) Y7 a; T8 Y3 F, _7 n( TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # ?( G" m7 v2 r9 a3 m6 G6 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / t$ S6 ]" M" w4 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 v# Q5 Y! c, k* K5 Y- z' ^7 \How you suffered for you sanity,
5 h, l0 ~/ y2 n# A( WHow you tried to set them free, ) z% P$ w5 b- _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 j7 k& V8 f6 B+ z# O/ s' \Perhaps they never will. |
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