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4 ^6 ]$ L' ]+ t+ }5 O& UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# v" |& N% l. d+ \* i( C0 k# D( g4 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 Y; @* Y5 O# j: f1 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 h( v) ]6 j" s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ |! t' n# U5 N" a6 t* f0 ?$ J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& b' p! E$ [* O
How you suffered for you sanity, $ a8 b7 `' }5 e- P' P' C/ J
How you tried to set them free,
5 O6 f8 ~3 k; }6 P& \5 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & g8 w+ r! Z- U' o: S$ u1 y9 U' p9 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 G1 S0 j5 N C$ q' {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 k( l5 D! F" Z* s" Q" c% I& p/ rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 u: z; s$ P* ~# T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 ~8 B9 w# A1 d3 Q) ~: O$ t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& T) V- b8 S, C! D, oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # ?0 j: T% O4 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 _3 d" G& H8 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
b I# o( b6 W- Z2 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " X0 k0 O+ P- ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" D# j; f3 n2 }; w6 l: v+ q& KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, w6 a$ Y9 E" Z% K: ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 F- N/ q/ _+ Z. `1 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 o- a8 b) |! H$ c8 L3 y- R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 T) n* j, v k6 n
How you suffered for you sanity, G& {+ {; @; F. {: i
How you tried to set them free, / H$ @8 \7 j1 e6 S- Z$ O
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 E$ D6 a8 I N5 f& s$ n* j
Perhaps they never will. |
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