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2 t( K! H i9 H# _# mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 N! b$ k9 {: K1 z: XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " b$ }% V1 Y0 N3 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# O: y# s, D. n# p: ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; R8 @2 o! ~. H* v" T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- I* E% B4 B$ _8 ?' gHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ c0 q |; Q9 F: s. V" Y8 A ~$ VHow you tried to set them free, 6 x, K9 [. u1 x$ ^+ p* r) |/ m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 c" z) k: @# J7 H' O5 T+ p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( b3 y' l8 c2 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" L. i2 E; X3 b$ W' i7 u) m, sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 h7 j( D2 K& z- IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 H2 e; e! ]: d G+ ~: A3 T8 J. oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 g- K8 r# |+ V; u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 m) y/ O* Q& h0 M( _3 Z* I5 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 a9 `* ?* c0 i* U) a h
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ D( ~" C( a' j% z# u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( P6 A7 t6 w2 b
! a+ f" X& s- {: x. [* q' EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 C X/ v3 K) S7 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - V2 N$ U/ O# \, E5 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) O3 B3 q; P( h' J% ?# ~( BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! u7 q. ~! \+ W7 l; |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 y, I6 d4 v5 d/ m- D
How you suffered for you sanity,; I3 Z; P( P3 y ?
How you tried to set them free,
3 H7 x! ^) F$ G8 |They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 z! H4 A/ Z) MPerhaps they never will. |
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