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) A, ^4 t7 e! p' F) fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
K. N2 g4 }& zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : S( A5 \% Y9 s K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 U; a- j5 U& U" f1 `0 V2 VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * ^2 N8 h( ]. j9 C0 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' m" a1 G) G* p3 ?' y1 ~: f! K0 H
How you suffered for you sanity, . @6 }, x% `# t w# J1 o9 A Q
How you tried to set them free, ; Q5 S6 y$ p; y9 {- l% |/ C5 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + M- H2 v: T5 g& e+ I6 `1 Z; q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! N, y$ @& n; G2 z" N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, R) E. X% G0 {1 i* @5 n. i0 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ i$ S- q+ w& S! N% g( K+ ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * T) ^" {8 S" b# i$ G
' z3 j5 Z4 |7 f3 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 a1 r- x/ p9 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ V6 |' l l$ {. N& r6 |. H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 F' S( i9 {" s$ M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ ^3 M5 _9 z9 A2 w1 ~3 x6 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 m) _1 j& `. J: O) I3 z% v& DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - |9 l+ P, U' o+ Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ }1 _- u9 Z! c* D' ?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,
4 _) s; Z0 P, X) F; h8 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 y8 \3 M: d$ NHow you tried to set them free,
' k2 s3 x, Y9 y+ mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 n4 P6 M/ |# `- u' a; ~Perhaps they never will. |
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