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0 J6 J; U7 x9 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. ^+ e! n4 ?# r$ z. g* yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# f- L) Z3 ?8 F' l* q# j2 \4 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 M/ R: K" s' m4 N- c4 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ \6 {7 ?5 C' \* Z+ _% Z8 H0 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, K3 z5 ^# }/ X8 U/ T7 b4 `! v$ W4 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
* t2 e- j7 Z, f! Y" @4 l \ \* bHow you tried to set them free,
% D: r, j) R2 l8 ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 @2 ?3 M( r/ J `" c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, t0 l. t! T3 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & {! z2 }+ n" F) X3 o% e d0 p- p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . q$ j5 k6 u& [8 _! h; q6 m
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,
* U9 @" s. f4 }0 `7 ]5 b3 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 D. I: D0 O( c) U1 G' a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( a3 y7 M) ^; |
But I could have told you, Vincent, & v; m& L! A& O+ F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 a* U4 `$ G2 n
, Z( m' H& ?: t& b+ |2 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; B! F: l0 E/ J. w* f+ FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! K+ s% f, F u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) N2 k# P$ x5 [* qThe 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,
* [- A n3 T, p. o2 B( HHow you suffered for you sanity,
& S# r: R |. [How you tried to set them free, 7 a3 r# y4 f" s8 _; i5 [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 k# B3 O/ r. t* K+ KPerhaps they never will. |
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