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/ D) {$ X% f2 W2 V( AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, Z; J+ ^" E3 v& ^0 t% N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " }8 C2 T7 g D1 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 _- F4 [! |& q2 M3 n0 [/ sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ k- F2 ]* T! D: e( M/ @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ l0 ]9 D) h: Z! HHow you suffered for you sanity, ) T0 ^- {* Y8 A- k3 F
How you tried to set them free, 5 C; d- A9 D' O( g1 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 B+ s; s* u! v( c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# t; M7 \$ G% _ OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) A" ?) \& T/ s! U6 n- `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( D- Z0 b- I& x2 f% N# F9 ~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, 1 {9 U9 g% G S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. w5 G9 r8 H0 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( Z+ ?. I# _; i9 _' O: H# m7 QBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ o2 T' h7 q% H% q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 j- }# U) I9 n3 z2 U; k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ R x" E( B# u4 _) s' {& |8 R( rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
e/ w" U% J. z% h3 H" wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# w0 G) [1 u4 L* N* y' h5 W; rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 Y2 G- R' [; E" r% q( i6 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & H& {+ m+ M8 ^& S C, u6 z! m
How you suffered for you sanity,: I9 \5 ~7 D" B1 L( }
How you tried to set them free, ; L/ p& s) |4 Y. [& G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 k6 v% z6 j, ?Perhaps they never will. |
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