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# Y& P* ?4 S. S, {+ r. |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; U# W1 y$ ^% ~- ~: R# o$ ~) ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; B( N# R2 b C4 g6 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 E* R+ z. h7 ^0 R" ]6 ]2 c/ o- M9 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! P; I" m7 Z8 a9 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; t& R; Y$ p" i6 m
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 R2 \) I# F/ l! r$ S
How you tried to set them free,
! v$ m1 i' r4 ^: F# x( vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 D) ]- M* B# {3 D2 w" M+ jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 n" N0 H. w" a- i2 [2 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; u) P2 _4 b& r8 q% n3 W- ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & N5 |1 n/ ~8 N0 Y" y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; [) V2 k. i6 {! m4 @8 S7 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# ?+ q, i) o) I- jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' x. d; ^. g5 j p9 _ a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + O- |' D$ J* L/ v+ X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; \& z: {5 _1 P' _" sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( U5 t+ J9 D& R; r2 p5 s) \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , v1 d8 |0 r) i. Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 ^3 X6 Z; Q, N0 _9 B8 C+ wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! F6 o$ S, y$ u3 X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # ^3 C1 V* i- \/ j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 \1 s+ T9 r" ^$ a
How you suffered for you sanity,2 e% l s; S3 |3 C
How you tried to set them free, 8 T+ k7 P3 t% W. J. W' {# E l) _
They would not listen they're not listening still, , z8 D* x% {6 t% q
Perhaps they never will. |
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