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0 J. `# E( x. j' MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* T$ O# M& n- S) Y6 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 i8 v2 l$ [# |* R* {( e1 f; i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! V- [ [7 ~+ p, ]" Y; M6 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 y! O( x9 R: E$ h: zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 u: J @* q9 U/ r8 B8 |6 q( K9 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 G3 }# J9 {) e" { LHow you tried to set them free, ' P( O4 }9 a6 P: b0 p+ l d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; _4 M1 A8 Q8 [% l' \5 V4 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& q- C0 h$ L# @" B1 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : X! c; f4 n2 D' F+ e' m$ K: Z( E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: a3 [. h _, _- j- K; oWeathered 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,
: H" o, q" h% fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 c9 k% Q, f5 G; T) N+ h) x+ s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - Z; D+ ^. j' ]* u8 a4 X
But I could have told you, Vincent, + G: T; [7 f0 k2 q# r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 s( d2 j7 d: q+ [9 u9 K* c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- _0 h) M# x4 c( Z4 h4 A, yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ A- \2 t8 r; j1 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' Y/ `' o" y @6 ^( S0 L }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, ; L, l& w! f& ^6 l* Z
How you suffered for you sanity,' m5 o5 h# h$ e) Q4 x$ D
How you tried to set them free, 9 Y) _9 o5 N+ n% g0 {7 V3 x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ h* `; ^, K. NPerhaps they never will. |
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