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0 ?1 P6 F. r( Z* O. ]; SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- ], J; i" m9 B: q) d- OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: `& A: v6 I( V; Y& Q0 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 I; K: o; R. f8 L/ D8 a" b* C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' X9 [: `) Z; \3 j% B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 j+ {; p4 k! g8 K XHow you suffered for you sanity, $ f$ k% z. ~9 h+ ]! f0 H
How you tried to set them free, * _4 T+ E/ k; }' a5 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 L9 n4 f& b' u+ G9 G/ O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, @+ Z/ [& T6 ?- u+ p+ i9 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, P) W( G, |3 O% |+ [: u; [3 A0 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 N/ q3 e. F+ I2 n, B* [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,
6 ?+ Y/ J! C$ S7 w5 L! OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# s$ l, c0 P8 J" lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 s% n8 |& T3 jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" x }( ]& k8 u4 S5 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) h/ a/ e- h3 k, O5 O( j6 @( h N1 e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 O s) J8 s( b6 I S: J' ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 i" b* X6 N6 s2 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: c9 `0 T3 `9 K- o0 o# [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: Y( {0 E7 w9 A! n& G) qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . k: s" E1 T4 s
How you suffered for you sanity,; l+ Z7 G6 _6 X7 Z
How you tried to set them free,
/ j4 ]' ]1 V9 _" i. D8 l6 O. R6 {# vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; c1 S u: Z; ?4 h2 C9 iPerhaps they never will. |
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