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4 n, w0 e/ o) {$ `4 w9 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - w* ?0 P: |" e8 D+ K# G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' @0 ` k, w2 g" `1 x* JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: z; O8 d$ Q( UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" w A# s* e) z5 D eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* v7 U* K1 A3 b+ cHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 ]$ V: m9 U% wHow you tried to set them free,
8 b* I! ]: c' e# q6 t) lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' ~1 j# |7 C9 s: k# }7 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . I2 q- y* |$ l: b- e6 X4 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . w4 g' ?2 P$ _% ]' r! R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 X+ C7 m* ~! ]3 _. S k0 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. f0 Y) x& Q, [4 S& q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * n% p7 [* a% }! p) O- R9 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: [; C, s) h+ S0 G. f' n5 c1 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; G h+ a- m/ Z1 P |5 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, # l- I8 M6 T0 G3 }! b0 Y9 s: f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' o! ?7 t4 A. x/ P6 E; t* I6 M
, ]% `* W$ d- J9 s6 l9 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
^% ~0 w" W1 x' T% [& yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 J+ m6 F- B1 |# O6 B$ A6 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 U0 u% I1 Z% [. U9 b! d4 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( `/ [% z/ r9 c2 N# H- C$ UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . n! |& p! _% w
How you suffered for you sanity,0 e4 ?6 b j M. o, `
How you tried to set them free, ; f( _& j0 J7 M2 }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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