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+ t7 _- c1 T& i- O Y& h% o$ QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& k) }, d7 B' r) BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% U3 c1 M" h0 N: W. MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, N5 C) a: g8 e; Q; t& c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) i1 w: S* X; d/ D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 ]# y% A S" z" n3 s P0 `% k. ^/ v
How you suffered for you sanity,
: N& J: X* W9 L; p l5 gHow you tried to set them free, ) Q" A5 Q: K. |9 I' H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 ]0 ~" ?7 b1 @" n5 N) v! ~5 C8 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 k% G: v/ \: ]7 t/ b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ h% r) N! c. N" \, ~0 k6 r$ s3 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" ]4 V7 K: a+ ]3 E1 T0 |" J1 D RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& R8 m1 `# E/ y/ z& ?# d; _" ]. }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* @+ ^( F, y0 e7 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* j9 e8 R; S$ b1 _2 m$ ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; R7 T- R3 `* w: q) }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 F# [8 H* l. N7 q( T6 g" qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & N2 p5 D6 ^" ?' ~$ [/ t. y" z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % u: b$ t% J0 J, N4 |0 U+ H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 m4 s6 o$ }5 G' ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( e9 L; W y5 Q% r+ g2 ~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, 7 `7 Q$ b7 Z6 V2 s# ?: p
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 N# R* _+ R2 s) G. [6 P" h8 |How you tried to set them free,
3 q `: C( a) U7 o# XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% b0 m6 j1 ~4 e6 n# jPerhaps they never will. |
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