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0 Q; E( `; p0 L e" S% CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 w# u6 C+ x1 T8 ?9 ]" N' y; FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 U: s( j' E3 ^- s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 I$ O* Q: P) p/ ]4 j7 B, T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 G; M* j! w% H4 @8 r; z w: pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# g5 ?- C9 V2 r) R, M
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 |8 D3 h7 i/ p. h
How you tried to set them free,
l& @; H6 f1 j1 J" G( O! ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 k3 T* ?. A* ]( I7 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . l5 y7 A! C; y+ h4 V& Z2 ]/ ~/ D0 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# x6 |6 S; M1 s; G! w I: Y8 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) \6 l% R# p5 z e6 l) F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " P+ a$ A% J8 s$ U% \- V8 O( b
6 t8 d4 @7 Y9 I. Z1 a" }% H3 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* E# l$ T: @' \3 M) [7 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 Z, x9 W, E" K8 O8 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
d" A9 u* U3 d7 UBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; d1 y" H7 J4 Q; Q/ F$ X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 V& s, J' ?& G- \! wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 q i* z2 i0 ?% d0 b: ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; }# |, q1 K6 ^/ a1 X: 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, . i9 c% q! q# c, T! b, o3 l
How you suffered for you sanity,7 k# H6 |9 N% A0 F
How you tried to set them free, & T1 }# \* K. N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 E# g- k& O5 [& f# I
Perhaps they never will. |
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