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3 U' o8 h# f* H, g. jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + J( r4 J( o( E2 T/ m% N+ b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; e2 d& A2 E5 Y1 O, PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 G7 I/ y0 O3 ~) j8 a5 N8 ]) t* i; hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# `! d6 s* C% M5 {+ w5 D9 `* PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 w+ P; A; O" ?) X# s; k
How you suffered for you sanity, + y$ v+ R. W1 S5 P' |9 x; B; U4 Y7 b
How you tried to set them free,
; o7 b5 v: I2 y, S3 C; {1 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 g5 m S4 O# BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : C6 i4 |6 E. N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 ~; z3 Z* p: a3 J' N2 R UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! a5 ~) |0 h3 @3 G# 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, " B+ k% u! T7 t% u1 D! e) e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 w6 @9 p: G7 @) Y- Z" c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & t' Y2 u- K* i% ?; v/ J# W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! o. j. y6 ]; Y; xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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N9 H+ h+ d. J* c2 q9 C# [9 D2 A" MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 l: S! I( P6 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. I0 G D* B7 a9 X" B1 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + p5 m/ Q/ }+ }3 S6 ^. o: Q# Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( p b4 Y4 V0 K; B! z
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 N1 ?6 P+ |' O) r) E) w- a6 EHow you tried to set them free, # P) A& B, q- L
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' ` Z- b z+ q
Perhaps they never will. |
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