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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# @+ \% N( X8 C) [& rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / o4 A4 W9 ~' j4 L) z. _" @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! F, E6 l: [+ D; [ nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; W* j4 g! C7 a2 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ Q5 y+ Q3 Z$ B6 q* X' [3 g9 WHow you suffered for you sanity, ( ]/ Q& [& l' _8 U& R$ H
How you tried to set them free,
% R! M8 {7 J+ S' D7 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 w/ s3 F" f7 Q4 u8 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ s# |+ w( m t E( L2 {' rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - M2 Z2 `$ N. C9 w+ W& \/ @1 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 N/ s$ \ j) X7 fWeathered 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$ z; i' w1 b& AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& g6 w7 r; L$ P8 W1 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, U) x9 @* D0 `8 V. O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, x# v2 p8 [( d6 O% `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 `. L) z& t0 _. x0 U; b t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - g- y7 i0 J" D- _. b: m1 r* v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 l3 d# ]1 o/ Q1 F) T9 L, i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 q( x( \" s9 f0 c& D$ x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 [0 ^' J1 u) V- N9 E3 J( f! V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % M6 }8 Z: Z; d( m
How you suffered for you sanity,) y# W! K* o; s4 j
How you tried to set them free,
0 o' B ]9 Z* d$ Y8 ^9 `6 lThey would not listen they're not listening still, : b% q+ H/ X" n) j. |
Perhaps they never will. |
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