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5 m$ ^. p/ y: w4 h# `% mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; e4 X6 t0 x4 J) q% DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * S( w) X) A: ]7 P/ o4 X/ d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- z8 U' R/ H, g# T/ @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% v6 T( V& a. G& y' w1 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 D" j+ P& L5 @. |1 d n
How you suffered for you sanity, # z: Q3 `' ~' K3 B
How you tried to set them free, + a# U5 l. y8 J, N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' H0 J6 G' ?, ~& E6 `$ hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* S4 z: C' w- F R* a6 c2 c* O1 YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 |, G k* \, |2 ~7 j. q# eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% K; C/ e+ K- f! s( p/ T& r# nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 @; q0 K# Z2 J% SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 q& O9 `" P& \1 v {5 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) P; A1 ~6 Q2 w# e- G" }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' e+ [; u, S }& |3 yBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! \- z$ C% b1 `3 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 p }1 [- e. S7 A' N7 u% x: C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 ~- b8 Y( M; _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 ]0 f }9 ~, F7 a3 z, p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. m8 ~. V9 p% t; z6 t* [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,
* C, i0 `! u D( S L) dHow you suffered for you sanity,: u o/ U8 h7 K8 n( K! g
How you tried to set them free,
( |) M$ X) L4 r9 z0 g0 J) v$ R) ^' ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
, M9 r7 v8 H3 m9 {* U5 iPerhaps they never will. |
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