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) S. S I; b' [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ V& T7 F# n2 g# a |- L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / `* U7 r7 ]& R+ Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& l3 P" K( y+ d/ D' I1 I7 W% j; MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 h, F/ d0 q6 k; R; V4 Q! V: SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 H, n9 w- S" f) O/ f0 |9 n1 @% LHow you suffered for you sanity, , ?' V/ w0 V; ]7 |' s
How you tried to set them free, 3 y& _! A; k: X2 D# u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 ]' @7 h9 P3 T( A- S# ?; \3 y* w% BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' W! P: ~) K2 }$ \0 }1 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 p5 W. Y s+ F1 q4 @! d& t; v1 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ d! G7 d% l! d8 u$ yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. E% \1 T R( O# LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, L, D; \) s5 Z# i9 }8 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 L" C" l s1 `- n( j: g; AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / }. t* _1 `) ?' R+ G3 L1 M! i6 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ k; g* j/ H& lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 g( U. W; a# p0 {5 ~* XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ ^. n9 Z& n3 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 @( j) _: y ~9 H6 J6 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ y4 G: B; S9 T8 \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, 1 s% n$ t* q3 E) t, F3 `, U
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 B1 {+ t: N+ p: Q2 _How you tried to set them free,
4 j7 ~3 d/ Q4 _! f1 ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 M& x) g( \1 W- Y# |0 Y2 a$ IPerhaps they never will. |
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