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/ T& l; Y) i+ R8 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; r- W( e- _5 B; n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 z* [. }& P5 }: R W; _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 c6 A9 B3 ?5 B2 ], qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% x Q6 W8 ?6 v `- b# ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 S$ M4 G0 }! m, m" l0 x5 M; E, c
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 A2 }- e6 h0 v) m" l: w3 r t
How you tried to set them free, 1 O1 t2 n, `7 W3 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. j, G* w' e" Z$ i8 C( p& E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 h+ `6 l8 ~/ R0 z2 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 J! R+ X* }& h% p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 q$ b% n6 o) j; |( E; r! k' h6 \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,
z& o, {6 p) n# i9 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: v) z% @4 H$ @# A, ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' b. C/ @2 Q4 }: F) o! d% n, iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) c- F/ O: r( N/ I4 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' I& q' B3 Y% S3 o8 {* v5 ?
, ~" I: i# X5 L* |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' [; {" M3 M$ H( z2 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 N5 [/ s" c0 ?2 A# L0 u5 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 d1 W3 h# o; z: aThe 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,
7 Y' \& x! m/ D7 l# WHow you suffered for you sanity,+ \) v* k6 T. Z8 N0 j/ O
How you tried to set them free,
& h) b. b' G2 w. o5 s8 N" E- PThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; c5 R9 `* j! e u, A
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