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' A+ X" G! U! T& n6 ~7 G3 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 {# X7 I/ _( l% h; B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, ]0 S% m0 Y3 q- \2 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! v7 _. i0 @/ o5 h! v* B9 \/ p+ G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. r: n, d3 h$ ] O! W% t b; s% M& g2 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% e; U1 _4 C3 p/ _! u
How you suffered for you sanity,
\, O6 o J' b7 ]6 p# B3 N8 pHow you tried to set them free,
; p6 \; S$ ?1 A. G% D! e/ dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 K0 V: V5 ]; ^ i* A" q4 B c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) G K9 V* d2 n% p7 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! [! Q% J$ T7 H1 i" F# t# gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) y7 k r. u3 ^. ~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,
" e+ G1 b% m7 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 C+ f2 _" |+ f. O! Y! {( h F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; p5 _$ T% ]: H6 pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% l8 d0 _5 i# D8 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! L2 S) M3 H$ S
8 T8 v& U4 ?5 \& P% EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) }: I( N1 N3 d: y3 a; rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% i1 t, s5 ^% C. m8 Q" e% I9 a9 W! WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 J) J0 L" m4 r' o. {9 `! y" I5 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" e- a4 _! Y) K" M" `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* z5 L1 X2 M* I Q3 j- hHow you suffered for you sanity,5 @* q+ W8 A" ]% ~" Z/ T9 |8 K) |
How you tried to set them free,
1 i& U$ y( w3 T5 O S7 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) y, s, ~( V! O* _Perhaps they never will. |
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