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N: K I) {1 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 V* Q( r; _# s/ C$ q) g! R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 @' Y: R' j) U4 V* zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 k2 a4 w" S, H7 Y& I/ @, i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, C. J9 u* B/ GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: Q" J( u! _. [* |' VHow you suffered for you sanity,
, o5 G# o4 r) O- Q% ^7 ?How you tried to set them free, # G! |2 Y; u2 h1 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : P2 I; ?) R; _9 t& U: N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , m9 d4 T, g A4 b0 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 L3 H: `0 M4 b$ _' H Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 K8 E; N; [4 g+ r6 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # e1 N) e1 d* d
" F4 M0 a5 q2 K8 L7 W. c2 A+ r3 A kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ Q+ d9 t+ m0 e* x: i# VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% Z- o5 N5 m( _4 v( zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' D d9 o* h1 e3 F1 zBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 p5 i8 J& \/ A! G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) W+ j3 y2 [- C0 [8 R+ z! R4 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; P+ k' a3 e$ N7 c9 o$ f; N+ |5 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& S" ^( |7 l) p+ t# eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * Q C! r* n8 L! i/ S5 V9 X
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,
# T% a3 g/ D# z& N7 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
: f; V; f7 d. I1 nHow you tried to set them free, + f1 B4 Y7 E# I9 |" J+ t. M6 |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
K5 B6 B8 z |5 x7 D/ CPerhaps they never will. |
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