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; `/ Q- |: d' A O( X, DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % C8 }* G. z+ Q& z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, ?+ C9 M2 K( E6 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) M$ {8 n8 |1 G2 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: q# c; W: u9 q9 W7 f `2 A; jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 ^& |9 X) `' N. I4 k8 u1 U4 h9 KHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 O5 j. O/ V, V9 j9 L( v6 |
How you tried to set them free,
% Q, R& H2 N& a' kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! K+ `' Q. G2 i/ o2 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: \% k: S: m- `* ?( g7 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 K. N" l. M- n; \, l" g) ?7 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 N# m1 U C) {- d) M/ X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , Z4 D9 t0 a2 r6 J
# x" g( D0 Q9 |- p. X2 V3 G( m( PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% X! V) A/ R. \! Z1 o8 w/ o e, y5 I# pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + C; {3 r5 I. F" F) I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- ]' t+ y8 b5 A: Y2 i- d6 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
. q7 e( O7 n0 [2 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ~4 J0 p f" |0 L6 N$ yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 S6 m% v3 F# R; w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 W( M- v' j& e$ _+ H2 v: C4 x& M/ j
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,
- }+ @1 B# b B) V8 s7 |4 ?/ aHow you suffered for you sanity,
% L/ ~/ ~4 _; ?. CHow you tried to set them free,
/ D! ?4 N V5 TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! d6 f( W% p2 V2 ^* e H+ p( RPerhaps they never will. |
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