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( d( J- z$ R. R( |/ gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : W1 K9 e X/ Z. c. {9 W7 U( B/ o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 t% Q0 X+ j& T: O% GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' e0 Y" l& v2 \; y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! f; f, ?0 q# b0 U: ?* N* W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 e, X6 V1 x( y# u* J5 L- R
How you suffered for you sanity, ' ] _5 L4 S6 ^: J! _' @
How you tried to set them free,
) a5 Q; x7 |4 [" ?* uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - j/ V( v5 e9 t* U+ r. \: F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( w. ^5 U- w+ X+ tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ N3 |: N2 J# c* X3 k) i) n7 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. {$ d. Z p0 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# y! k J+ ]& b- N. P1 @6 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 ^* v) H3 l/ P; G5 u& I- NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; q7 B" F0 h: N( L, lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: q5 l& Y% c1 C* L X: B- iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ T0 n* [& s6 m, V6 L6 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& f( b* \! q# j, v& u {; v; U3 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / L3 w7 ^& ` n3 s3 |% ~+ t3 _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, n9 U" ]" u; k& ?! }6 V {! l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 C4 H1 X9 h* `1 _% t+ _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & K6 S v+ u7 x9 G0 f- V6 S: x
How you suffered for you sanity,
: `7 m0 |, ?: kHow you tried to set them free, + j1 ]9 q# _) S' Q4 y; R" J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 D) j2 U1 q8 G L4 l P0 cPerhaps they never will. |
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