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& b+ p9 t0 `( t, D9 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & R8 q* f: I3 h9 k C, E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ C" v9 Q6 |+ h8 m" i3 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, j# r; k9 G. V7 `- v$ K/ Z; F8 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) n# X; E3 Y' j' b; PNow I understand what you tried to say to me, y% S; K1 A' \9 t- Z: b/ V& p
How you suffered for you sanity,
% v/ @: y. ^2 Z& \: \) Y3 eHow you tried to set them free,
9 o, n0 P2 N3 `; C% [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 m( z. f+ |8 v6 g. C8 |" aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& N8 a4 X" A0 G8 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; n H! [! u4 l" U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 F* c/ f; g( |2 SWeathered 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,
4 s2 w# D( z- `1 k$ _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + j# S0 D4 k% J2 D: L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 w* i( V0 Q6 o) |But I could have told you, Vincent, - X/ i) a. i; r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 y8 k' g% N7 e- L0 b8 L8 \" ^- U& C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 F, o+ T. K( c! J# X5 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 [* O8 v0 M: m8 m. E+ ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 x$ H# j/ i* T# [; ^3 n5 v; e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 a* U& S2 R6 m5 f( g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & j$ ? m* h: S' f; F
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 ?. k8 s/ t K tHow you tried to set them free,
4 c! Z" `- F+ u U3 NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 X" o5 y4 e* s3 @; O3 o% V3 \7 @Perhaps they never will. |
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