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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ j) X$ y( `$ X( X d8 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: Z# N' @- x: xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 r/ v9 Q: n* A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) j' ^* L0 q$ T# d J$ M' _! y, G, [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 a% W! u5 w% h' w6 B( u: _' FHow you suffered for you sanity,
' R x, {# K2 q1 h; O6 R ]' `How you tried to set them free, + Z" |6 f/ R- s1 r2 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 P4 S; q4 r ^- ^' M+ R* v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- V+ K% B" r8 v/ RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) k. T8 \3 h {- k. T: p k, j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) {9 a" D1 \, C2 X7 y/ VWeathered 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,
J. t5 Y, ?; G" H5 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & \ O4 T% n" ~, y. C) L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 ~3 p( i' N1 HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# L9 g+ Z4 C+ l2 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 k: b' U( _9 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( Z/ O! p3 n6 z7 F6 |$ H O4 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% Y' {. W0 T0 B0 Z: ]4 ?7 l4 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 v v1 e) } L0 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" G$ H# d6 a2 |8 L. `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & ?7 i( ^; B7 T, U7 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 ?: e4 x9 V0 G# }How you tried to set them free, 7 o1 G. H4 b6 t# K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. B" {' ]$ B, ]% m6 a4 N! UPerhaps they never will. |
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