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( Z3 P- g" ^9 K9 U& p, O" |7 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( }; V8 W& L9 d4 x& {; |8 L: wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; Q% y D* m$ y# V; ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
~( H6 L. F- o0 K) pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: f, G+ n m: t2 i* c h6 }+ X$ kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: ^. s6 _# T( d% }) G8 ~* {" RHow you suffered for you sanity, + C! I% h' ^* ?0 G) C
How you tried to set them free,
7 H' T& _( H, [; K* LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 ?0 z! _7 Q9 ]0 f# D# `4 ~- sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 j' F2 }- s4 X+ f/ R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: y( v! d: v2 [ ^" UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; h& [3 [1 p( e. IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 V' X+ j. X' V. @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 W9 o _$ ~$ A2 L, S2 y! |, zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - I' D! M1 ]0 A9 o0 x% I4 K. A6 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ s7 c6 O/ a1 @( h0 cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" x5 w+ h# q) vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" C' e: X4 M \! HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 U$ g, Q4 U) uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( L# ]( C) M6 `( A5 r7 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( m, q( Y" N2 d3 b0 H( nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; t1 s: N# @8 L9 u) GHow you suffered for you sanity,4 {7 D1 W: I+ g3 P7 T3 x. h- U' h
How you tried to set them free, 3 e) B$ {+ z1 ^7 d* i1 e- ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; T' y& Q, k+ |+ v
Perhaps they never will. |
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