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9 u+ J" k s. v1 ?/ j% l l. CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 `) \8 H8 t6 q8 c7 z! CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 m# U2 t! J' |* Q& a$ `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. [+ y" u2 q( `2 b2 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # f1 e+ ~; i N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. S; \9 S8 g0 W5 ^2 L7 Y mHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ @1 A' \( v5 uHow you tried to set them free,
2 e( K% R: b) U7 y: V" HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 n1 a! |0 l4 P3 Z5 r- y& W& I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 w& ^* p6 Y8 E% }# }8 P9 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 \! X& \/ {. }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) @; U& U! a" m+ l1 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* G# w2 ?4 b# x; zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % \) j" P' @/ n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- Z* I2 f, _3 cBut I could have told you, Vincent, + w) l6 H) v, D6 v$ Z4 t" L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! u: E& {8 s1 z$ R# jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 Y9 ], s8 \7 D/ {' |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 U3 m5 V+ K. z1 p1 k- M/ l7 N' Y7 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 W$ @2 w+ Y' T5 ~" J' q4 O" qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! f- q) ^& P9 W+ Y, ZHow you suffered for you sanity,' ^% A7 ~, ~* b$ I" p+ t* f5 T1 F
How you tried to set them free, + r5 L+ B p6 b
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 p( c; y% |1 M c. Q9 R: M
Perhaps they never will. |
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