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- F* Z1 p& e6 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . ^6 ?& S" C; q7 p5 k* ^6 o `1 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 Z! w! c* |2 w3 e: g; q$ YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( m2 |# t' p7 z" ~' {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , u9 S* Q& N! G3 T$ f* K& k4 {4 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 e* D9 G8 B) k h& Q% ]How you suffered for you sanity, 0 W4 E0 {+ b) l# a) d+ I( j& \* P
How you tried to set them free,
6 q3 t# }7 e+ O4 {! |' ~: G" vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) V5 S: ~+ Z( AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 H% H0 ~: q( u& nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. K: h7 e1 y0 l1 o- dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ g' v# c# Q* w! z+ @8 A- _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! r) h( X/ R2 }3 U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 t' K6 H: p' ~4 h! T4 i) y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% x( p+ w" ^& r* oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 R+ _: b M( j9 k9 \But I could have told you, Vincent, ; l8 o3 ^$ v+ p/ M* M- {1 C: P: h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# y: X7 j. t @* _, S0 X1 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : ?+ j7 ^. a6 } d& V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& [ ^/ R1 E$ K$ a% n2 K' p# O5 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& Q3 O1 O& U1 E4 J9 U+ SThe 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,
' O4 O( K0 l- ^How you suffered for you sanity,1 J& a; m# d1 p" f
How you tried to set them free, # @, a( m0 z1 L4 o9 ]! i9 D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 e; d) y$ p3 H7 j3 |( u, v* FPerhaps they never will. |
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