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' p9 O/ Q" _7 Y! \; X) OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; h, z* o+ k) k. X0 \1 v/ dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 g% h& [1 J$ i. g- S/ X+ qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* | e N) n# v$ ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 e: g' ]1 `" s( gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% @$ S4 j8 e! e3 RHow you suffered for you sanity, ! G3 P. D, F* V/ k9 W! |, x+ V) X. x
How you tried to set them free,
! c, l( r; W, w8 Z" K6 jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" \; o0 r5 ~9 J' H: t( O- MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 ?3 U1 _% M& F+ Z2 [1 F/ J3 T. L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* [6 b& B* O$ C" H$ C, dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 {; w$ g3 Z) C: cWeathered 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,
O; u8 }; @, ?* u4 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( j" A% N+ r5 H4 q( _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 w U/ @7 a% H3 p. @ YBut I could have told you, Vincent, * @, D: `) i0 F5 v+ k' _# u5 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ S7 Y4 C w4 ^; l6 G# `8 x, j" kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 w) Y$ S& X' [/ V) V& xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& ~, _1 ] z0 ?+ s2 }) bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + h( O2 a0 D! {. J* y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 P+ Q. t8 ^7 @ Z; U/ U
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 M# p$ Z- X9 k/ s+ b; c/ HHow you tried to set them free,
) v7 S# G! H' @1 W% J; f6 e' T$ aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 N/ R' c) Q! P# W* NPerhaps they never will. |
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